All my friends beating each other-
It's almost as bad as a crazy young mother
Beating her child.
My friends have gone wild!
I'm caught inbetween the fight;
The enemy, like day to night.
I'm lying in bed,
It's killing my head.
The pain in my friends is making me dead.
Do I choose the one that started it all?
Or the one that fights, watching her fall?
The enemy is me
But my friends are the army.
They fight until they die,
With a smile or a cry.
I can't do it!
The match has been lit.
But now I do know
Which path I shall go.
I will be there for the one who needs me;
We fit together- a lock and a key.
YOU ARE READING
Tetraphobia
PoetryPoetry journal of yours truly, and maybe I'll add some short stories. Try not to call the cops on me.
