Solitude
Solitude
Mind moves so gently alone
Hurt but eyes refuse to cry
A friend to call my own
For them my fishes I fry
Took all I have and fled
Someone my trust can lie
This time I carry my axe
This time I hate betrayer
True friendship is all I ask
Is that too much to ask?
Lets enjoy our food in flask
Friendship is no task
keith jeffries
Mon 9th Mar 2020 10:43
David,
A good poem. As I read it twice I felt drawn to reading between the lines where I believe I found what I was looking for.
Thank you for this
Keith