Poems

Not a Friend

The fire slowly takes control,

It burns my heart

It eats my soul.

 

This burning flame knows

no limits or bounds

it only grows.

 

The pain it brings

I cannot bear

My breath is gone;

It stole my air.

 

And as I simply sit here

dying

Not a soul do I see

crying.

 

They’re all happy to see me go.

A burden is lifted.

I caused them woe.

 

An obligation gone

but not a friend.

Into the flames

I do descend.

 

Lower and lower it is I go

As the glowing flames still grow.

It is my life that they put out

Left as ashes, there is no doubt.

 

Desolated here, I lay

And what is it that people say?

They’ve lost a friend?

A nice young life?

Nay!

It is nothing so nice.

For to them I was not a friend,

but only here

and there

another face.

 

And as I lay here

stone cold still,

“What is it” they wonder

“That did kill

This poor young soul

So soon in life?

A hanging rope?

Or sharpened knife?”

 

They do not see

it was themselves.

The fire they started

grabbed my heart and

tore it apart.

It burned my soul

into nothingness

 

It was not nature

that caused my fall.

But rather people

ONE AND ALL.