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I am my own friend
I walk the world in search of a friend,
Crossing myriad paths with countless strangers
Who were embalmed in hype
Yet to find a stranger totally independent,
Still yet to meet a stranger who looks to the sky and commanded it to rain,
Have not yet met a stranger whose anger quenches a raging fire,
And no stranger's pity brought back the dead,
And no stranger's word ever reached my heart... m
Disappointed, I turned
And walked back home.
I have found no one-
I am my own friend.
Crossing myriad paths with countless strangers
Who were embalmed in hype
Yet to find a stranger totally independent,
Still yet to meet a stranger who looks to the sky and commanded it to rain,
Have not yet met a stranger whose anger quenches a raging fire,
And no stranger's pity brought back the dead,
And no stranger's word ever reached my heart... m
Disappointed, I turned
And walked back home.
I have found no one-
I am my own friend.
Published 12th Mar 2012
| Edited 23rd Oct 2020
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12th Mar 2012 10:57pm
The imagery is really good. Could you eloborate a bit more? Also, rework some of your grammar because some of the language is clunky and the consanant usgae takes away from the poem
13th Mar 2012 6:07pm
Thanx for the honest comment, you don't get that too often. I'll iron things out, be back!
21st Mar 2012 8:34pm
I felt this poem right thru my soul. Feel that way most of the time. Come to my lonely corner, I will be your friend.
21st Mar 2012 9:20pm
Haha! I would hop on your friend -ship on one condition, and that is; we would not be friends.
27th May 2020 2:30pm
