A Childhood Friend of Mine
Trigger Warning: Spouse Abuse, depressions, suicidal ideation.
when I was a kid I had a friend
who sat with me in the darkest of times
who myself he did tend
he made me forget my hurtful lies
I spun seemingly soundly
when in denial he had found me
I sat with him most late nights
I didn’t realise I was in his sights
I yelled like a mad man for him to leave
but still he stuck by when I started to weep
he came for me when all I knew was rage
at the sight of my father, who was kept in a cage
my mother with her sugar sweet smile had said
he owed her suffering when they had wed
she scorched the key and softly wept
to force him to try reflect
the great man kneeled down
pretending that he wasn’t bound
to this sinful woman stuck in the past
and tried to make peace with her at last
she wept some more and shed a tear
then yelled once more making me fear
another sleepless night, another twisted lullaby
too loud to sleep I awoke with sullen eyes
last night my friend had enough
no more trying to act tough
it was time to make do on his promise
He told me ‘Time is nearly upon us’
a sweet relief of death, that’s what he was
in front of my bed because
my friend death, was going to take my soul
those nights of taunting weren’t lost on me at all
when I was a kid I had a friend called death
who sat with me in the darkest of times
who myself he did tend
a thought of death made me forget my hurtful lies
that I spun seemingly soundly
when in denial death had found me
I sat with death most late nights
it was now I realised I was in his sights
I yelled like a mad man for death to leave
death stayed in my mind when I started to weep
could I be free of all the shouting
if I listened to death’s call?
I shuddered and yelled at death once more
once more he left, once more I saw
the everlasting battle I would face
as a child, I had my first taste
