FORSAKEN FRIEND
Where are you, O my friend?
Anywhere else, but not that close,
At a distance, means alone again,
Naturally or even normally.
Where are you, O my friends?
Walking alongside or avoiding me,
Within the crowd or the herd security,
Anywhere that’s safe, warm and comfortable.
Where are you, O my friend?
Seeing me, standing there,alone,
Cocooned within my lonely space,
Repressing desperately, paralysed inertia.
Where are you, O my friends?
Drifting away, fleeing quickly,
Beyond the realities, to the familiar zones,
Silently asking for someone, anyone to hear.
Where are you, O my friend?
Longing, hoping, believing, failing,
Reaching out, being friendly, hides my need,
And the mask defends the fragile self.
Where are you, O my friends?
Know your story, I stayed faithful,
But you can’t handle my pain and shame,
Hard to bear, hard to try again.
OPPRESSIVE SILENCE
If they choose not to speak, they use silence,
What an oppressive tool!
It’s so controlling,
It’s so painful,
It’s so childish,
It’s so pathetic,
It’s so immature,
It’s so self-centered,
It’s so soul destroying,
It’s so imprisoning,
It’s so effective,
It’s so guilt inducing,
If they chose silence, it shouts punishment,
What an oppressive weapon.