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A poem about a bad week and wishing I had a friend with me to hold my hand. |
Losing Touch Friends, we are losing touch even in this modern age. With Facebook and email You don’t really know the mood I am in. The other day I ran into this dog. He barked and growled He wouldn’t let me pass him. Finally the owner called him off And I was on my way. But you had to be there to see how I felt. Or hear the emotion in my voice. Because online I don’t tell you everything. The words, I wish you were here now. Say it all. And now facebook is saying get rid of what you don’t want others to know cause otherwise it’s staying. LIke I am not going to even put up my traffic ticket and days in court for the world to know. Let these who do, do and I'll be satisfied. But calling for a public defender I'm having a hard time doing. I wish someone were here to help me even if its just to hold my hand. But back to my story, I wish you were there my true friends Either to hold my hand when I need calm and company. Like I need it now cause while I’m online playing games my hands maybe cold and shaking from fear and anxiety. Or anger from things people are saying. One day a friend not knowing old news asked how some relative was doing. The relative had passed away bless their soul. But thinking of them set me to crying. I told him they were gone and used some fancy words to say he had started me crying. He didn’t understand so I explained. But I felt bad, had I hurt his feelings? He surprised me and understood. So tell me to be clear if you don’t understand My fancy writers words. Now email is a great thing I can tell you news so quick But once again I might not tell you everything. Unless you can read between the lines. Snail mail is just fine too but letters can get lost. As much as writing is a comfort to my soul. So if you think you see something in my written words, Ask, and I mean push, me to tell you what is happening Or just exactly how I am feeling. True friends, ask and I will tell. But don’t feel hurt if I don’t tell for some of you. If I don’t know you well enough to tell you and call you a true friend. |