My Friends

Who are my friends now?

A guy I try to see too often,

who feels like he’s being used.

Another whose trust I once betrayed

and whose love I then abused.

A girl with whom I share a heart

but whose face I would not know;

she and two boys of similar kind

who with a word dispel my woe.

A brother with whom I share a life

and little by way of spirit.

Two parents of whom I know not much,

for whom life is but one long cry of “KILL IT!”

A lonely lass with bloodied eyes

and a tortured disposition.

A genius lad with too much charm

and a habit of passive omission.

These are my friends, my siblings ten

upon whose bones I would shower my tears

and whose love I could not but hold to my heart

and confide in them all of my fears.

These are my friends now.

Who are your friends now?

Author's Note

This one has a lot of meaning to me, not only because it's true but also because the imagery is strongly inspired by a painting that belonged to my grandfather, of which I own a piece of his silver work in the shape of that painting.
Enjoy.

Reviews

[Vishuddha]

Very well done! (you could change woes to woe) All the characters are well defined and intriguing. You illustrate your relationship to and feelings about each succinctly. And yes, blood is thicker than water and no one is closer than family. A lovely way to remind us.

[A Modern Hippy]

Thanks for the feedback. I'll do that. I admit to writing this in one sitting and posting it up straight away without editing, so there are a few bumps. :)