The light is gone from his eyes,
The truth has left his smile.
My friend, my friend,
I cannot feel as you do,
But I can see the pain which runs through you.
The sorrow echoes in his voice,
The cracks show in his face,
My friend, my friend,
I cannot seal the void you hide,
But I am proud to be here stood at your side.
YOU ARE READING
Soft Curses of Angels - Volume 3 - Vaudevillian
PoesieThe "journey to middle age" part of my chronological anthology of bad poetry. Estimated age at time of writing 24-28. I both thank and apologise to any soul who takes the time to read these.
