Not Real
I've laughed with these people,
Took long journeys with them,
Thought I could truthfully say,
"You are all my dearest companions"
Looking out at the gray,
Knowing you've all forgotten,
Forgotten all our rambles,
Forgotten me too.
For one sin did I make,
And you condemn me for life,
Shamed as I was,
You deserted me here.
Pounding the ground,
My body would shake,
Retchings in my throat,
As I tried to get free.
For this one sin have I done,
And only one does it take,
For you all to condemn me?
And leave me do die?
What kind of love did you have for me?
In the waking hours I would think,
Think of you all, if you were in trouble,
Pray for you all, if you were in need.
Now as I have fallen,
You won't dirty your knee?
To help me up?
Strengthen my courage to try again?
Desperite tears would comb the ground,
My body shaking from the pain within,
I could not breathe from the dry sobs,
Racking my body, tearing my bones.
All this for one sin,
One sin that would not help me cleanse,
Shamed you left me here,
And here I have lain, ready to die.
For why should I live,
If you are what I once called
Dear friends, and thought to be,
Dear friends....
Copyright © Kendall Banks | Year Posted 2006
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