My Lonely Friend

broken

There you are my friend,
in the deafening silence again,
like whistles in my mind,
I can see you now that I’m blind.

There you are my friend,
in the drowning sorrow again,
the blackness of heart your home,
never leave me alone.

There you are my friend,
in the defining hatred again,
where turmoil resides,
behind my hurtful lies.

There you are my friend,
in the dreary bleakness again,
who should i call this time,
myself, me or I.

There you are my friend,
in the deadened blackness again,
when all is lost inside,
except my presence of mind.

There you are my friend,
in the distinct brokenness again,
how we seem to lament,
those things we all regret.

There you are my friend,
in the distressed beleaguered again,
How did we find this place,
where I know not my own face.

There you are my friend,
my broken and bruised find,
slaughtered by my discontent,
my lonely inner child.

There you are.
My friend.
I miss you.
We will play again.

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