Dear Friend

This poem is as an appreciation of friendship

I was falling deep into a complete solitude

Tucking in a solemn deaf, blind, and mute
Intoxicated by selfishness seemed so cute
That I never made an effort to refute

It was all about me
Who else could it be?
When all around was me
As far as I could see

Crouching in the corner against the wall
My life bounced meaninglessly like a ball
Sealed without someone around to call
Sprawling in distraught like a soulless doll

Never crossed my mind to have a friend
For I did not know how it felt to have one
But then You came offering your hand
So I could climb up and live in the sun

(www.myescapegate.blogspot.com)

Reviews

[Death's Poet]

The 2nd stanza really hit me. Sometimes it can really seem like you're in a bubble of only yourself. For some reason, the font choice also speaks to me. It just flows so well with the rest of the poem. Really beautiful

[etxcp]

:)