I waited
How long
I don't recall.
But time flew
And weariness
grew.
Along came
The one
I waited for .
Eyes red, forlorn
Countenance
worne.
Bit my tongue
As tales flew
Ragged.
Sputtering and jerky,
A heart emptied of fears.
Sordid. Murky.
Felt I both
Betrayal and pity
And I watched.
The drunken stupor
Of a forgotten friend
From before.
A voice lamented.
Begged and urged
"Fight on!"
But tempted by such intimacy
I proved once again
My fallacy.
(c) VedicVerses
1 comment:
In such situations I often wonder who changed?
The friend or I?
Or was it all just a mirror, and us evolving phantasms?
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