Non Existing Friend
I received a day in which my friends saw my pain.
Words meant nothing; not an expression for me.
A tight hug and the presence of a compassionate living were needed.
Who would have known this headstrong city girl had feelings.
For once I wasn’t used as a magical shoulder to weep.
My tears were shared, in despair the never-ending walls demolished.
Left unguarded, I realized my walls were not allowing a militia to grow.
I lost a true friend but gained an unbreakable bond with the minority.
Unfortunately, it was just another dark fantasy.
This day was just a fraud; the fall never came to revolve
All I got was a day, so easy to disregard my pain.
Can’t believe your sorrows come to an end by this friend’s constant okay.
There is no time for my ache, these familiar voices beg for help.
While I am living by the same day, pain has become my only friend.
Merely a day and yet so many nights of uncontrollable waves.
Struggling for a gasp, overpowering each sense.
One and all forgot my weakness, my decease.
How stupid of me to think I had it all.
Rebuilding my walls with heavy bottles
from each tear demanded to store.
Oh misery, how it hurt to be poked by sharp firewood.
Leaving me with pores filled with germs;
still unknown how much they’ve devoured of me.
Now forever I sob guarding these walls, waiting for death to call.
Copyright © Amy Lulu | Year Posted 2011
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