LONG LOST GHOST

Am I a thorn in your side?

It makes me want to hide,

And never show my face.

Am I such a disgrace?

 

It is how you make me feel.

Is our friendship even real?

Am I worth valuable time--

‘Cause you make feel like slime.

 

Why is it you can’t understand?

Can you not lend me a hand?

I’m not crazy, I am mentally ill

This battle has totally been uphill

 

I often feel so miserable and alone

I believe I am in a combat zone

It is a fight every day now to survive

Just your friendship could help me thrive

 

In your arms, just hug me tight--

Tell me everything will be alright.

I need hope, why can’t you see

What your silence does to me?

 

When my life is all said and done,

I want to be able to say I’ve won.

I simply cannot do it all alone;

Would you stay if I atone?

 

Could you help me be all I can be?

Can you help to comfort me?

Steer me right and help me see

All that life has to offer me.

 

Show me I can count on you,

And your friendship is indeed true

Many have turned their backs on me

It hurts, and it’s hard to just let it be

 

In the end, I know it’s for the best

You didn’t pass the friendship test

You ran out when I needed you most

All you are now to me is a long lost ghost!

 

© 2016 Suzanna Jayne Mullins

Reviews

[Gee]

True friends are like unicorns, nigh on impossible to find. Well, I've found under a handful of true friends but yet to find a unicorn, unless you count painting my cocker spaniel purple and gluing an ice cream cone to his head. Enjoyed your writing

[SJ Mullins]

Thank you very much. I really appreciate your taking the time to read and comment. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Life can be hard. We need safe place to go.
"Show me I can count on you,
And your friendship is indeed true
Many have turned their backs on me
It hurts, and it’s hard to just let it be"
We will trust few people in a lifetime. Thank you Suzanna for sharing the excellent poetry and thoughts.
Coyote

[SJ Mullins]

It seems the people I have known the longest are the ones who have hurt me the most. I write a lot about that hurt and pain. Writing is my therapy. I am about to go to bed, but I look forward to reading more of your wonderful poetry tomorrow. It has been nice connecting with you. I look forward to our friendship and sharing our words. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I feel the same and good night.