Ring of FireA Poem by Amanda AvalonA tirade, and ode to substance-shattered friendship.
A Circle of Destruction disbands
A separation from evils So that the world may be delivered A new me. Why is it then, Upon first calm night's rest At four AM You spoil for a fight? Two squalking buzzards barged in And bogart your friendship Make me seem unworthy When it’s strikingly clear Moonshine and scattered lines of powder Rotted your mind. “Why haven’t you called me?” You demand But I recall… From the age of seven Swinging at Willow Bend park Our spirits brought forth laughter And light within the dark. But then he came along, And sunshine transformed to dirt You birthed onto this earth a life It felt so terrible to know How much he made you hurt But all this time, I’ve realized Though I was in the driver's seat: You demanded control. I carted you ‘round, from here to there To get your fix, to score No, no no no no no NO Not anymore. Instead of school books and honest work You chose stripper poles and chemicals Manipulation grew and grew. I begged, pleaded, waited for you To seek help, to realize But now, I witness your demise You want me to brush everything aside I suppose I must be a bad friend, For having been there for you Through thick and thin Got so thin the bottom fell out I had to save myself from you. Try, try try with all your might Make me feel as though I’m in your debt I could stake the same claim But you can’t reason with someone Who’s clearly gone insane © 2010 Amanda Avalon
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