A short, but quite interesting poem about a dear friend that I must face. |
-Dammit Friend- by Keaton Foster Dammit friend Who are you again I know the face But not the name I see those eyes But I am unaware Of your treacherous lies My ability to read people To understand their intent Has always been inept What to say and how to reply Without crushing their guise Has cost me far too much All of the love I have had Is no longer mine All the hope I have wished Has not come through Dammit friend I have played your game Dangerous in every way I have suffered much Far more than is reasonable My heart is broken Shattered like a mountain Upon which the entire Universe has fallen In too many pieces I will never again be as one Impossible I bleed Dammit friend Look what you’ve done Look at the mess That you have made Of me and my life All that I ever did is care Until who you are Became quite unclear Now I care least of all I would wish upon you doom By even I know that such doom Would carry over to me Because friend, we You and I are the same entity The same exact person On different parallels of existence Screwed by our choices We will both relentlessly suffer Each other’s hand and thought Not a moments worth of peace Will ever be had Dammit friend What have you done… Dammit Friend Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |