Friend or foe

All my friends are gone, they died

All they’ve suicide

And soak the lands of their blood

Names upon the mud

 

All died to find me

When I sat them all free

And left me at my place

A memory, a name, and a face

 

Nostalgia and regret

Lighter and cigarette

A victim and a crime

Solitude and endless time

 

On the year of the massacre

I’ve befriended a wolf and a man

The wolf I’ve lost

And the man became a ghost

 

And dies another word

Miles of an empty road

As time seeks an end

Or tears to descend

 

And still I’m there

Always there

More I smile

Less I care

 

Still it burns

The way a heart yearns

The silence of the night

And a loner in his fight

 

All those fools are gone

A sword and a gun

The will to be free

Is all that’s left for me

 

Should I join them dead

To find me a friend

Or more should I go

To find a friend or a foe

Reviews

[Michael (Letters and Li..]

The last stanza was the best - An awesome closing for an awesome and truly heartfelt poem. Great write, my friend! :)

[TL Boehm]

Strongly written - the ache of loss. Well done.

[Saddam]

Wonderful work. First I thought it is about a friend's kind of poetry, but it pull me in the mythical world. Great.

And dies another word
Miles of an empty road
As time seeks an end
Or tears to descend

[Aline S. Iniestra]

Wonderful poem! Lovely way to state lonelines, harsh too! That's what makes it even better.

[Calypso]

Let's hope this isn't true.

[Yasmin]

:')
I have nothing to say about this I just love it and I hope this depression is fake
Keep it up :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A poem with many good questions brought out by your strong words. I join the Army at eighteen. The Vietnam war made me think all men need to test life and their skill to live or kill. I learn later. Just the Government making the youth believe war and death is cool and alright. It isn't. When we make our young people killers and fill their head with hate. We are the blame for their pain and hurt. I like the ending. Some decision leave permanent scars. A outstanding poem. You made me think.
Coyote