The Price of Friendship
The Price of Friendship
The air around me flows freely,
Yet its breath brings no relief.
I stand beneath the rain,
My heart thumping loudly—
Each strike resounding with worry,
Like a heart about to fail.
But still, I feel no pain.
The rain caresses my skin...
Yet I feel no warmth.
My gaze is absent,
My eyes unfocused,
And yet—I continue to stare.
The thought of friendship stirs within me.
I wonder... what is a friend, truly?
I weigh the price of it,
And my heart quakes.
Where does friendship end—
And where does love begin?
I mumble incoherently,
Like a man in distress.
“Friendship... friendship...”
Am I worthy of it?
Are they worthy of me?
My energy drains,
Weariness sets in,
My vision blurs...
And I wonder—
Is this the price?
A chuckle escapes me,
Yet no smile follows.
Must I carry both their fears and mine?
Can I bear such weight?
Must I follow them to hell and back,
Their worries bound to me like a sack?
All this—just because of the word friend.
Does it mean I must stay until the end?
If this is the price of friendship,
What, then, is the price of love?
Could I even bear it?
Would I not crumble?
Or am I simply afraid to commit?
Was friendship always such a summit?
Still, I have no choice
But to walk this path—
For another.
And if I were to break apart,
Would they piece me back together?
Or walk away?
I do not know.
I cannot tell.
Yet, I pray never to see such a day.
Drenched in rain,
At last—I feel it:
The pain.
My will falters.
I begin to crumble.
Yet no hand reaches for me.
Still, a smile forms—
As I ponder my fate.
Do I drop it all?
Stop my own free fall?
The thought crosses my mind...
But I refuse.
I shove away the off-switch, the fuse,
And dive into other nightmares,
While still embracing mine.
All this... just for another.
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