My Old Friend

Here you are again my old friend

before me now to show who I am.

You show up at times I hate the most,

proving you are always around and never left.

I do not know if you influence me now,

as I have influenced you then.

Yet it seems you are here to show me,

what I knew then was not that changed now.

You do not guide me to which makes me happy,

but show the pain and misery from actions past.

You begin with parts of me that are weakest,

and move on to each that is easier to access.

Are you me or am I you?

Friend or foe you come and go,

but sometimes coming is quicker than going.

I speak to you as if to myself,

but there is never a sound reply.

For the reply I get is my voice in tenor and bass.

I choose to do which I want to do,

and regret or cherish the fruits I sow.

Now my friend you may go deeper than before,

but each time you only go as fas as I let you.

It is that constant haranguing of my voice that stops you,

and your incessant arguing that allows you inside of me.

You may have built inside me a gateway to move freely,

yet what you have is never enough to fool me.

I know who and what you are,

just as you know of me intimately far.

We are one and the same, just the sides of a worn coin.

We switch back and forth as time allows,

but in the end it is me that has to bow.

For on my knees I end up in tearful woes,

to chase you away until another grows.

The fountain of emotion in me will stop,

for this defense I have to keep you atop.

Rather below where the cracks and weakness,

do find fault and allow you to seek.

Not of love that keeps you at bay,

but that of which you portray.

The evil and hate you do gift

is the same in return I present.

The hate builds walls so high

hardens heart until I sigh.

It is cold inside so you cant hide

for you burn with heat that cannot side.

Now you go again my friend

to that place inside of me.

I dread the day you will come back

for again I know my heart does crack.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Michelle Coleman]

Is it your dark side or is it God? Sometimes it seems to both. Nice job, Jeremy.

[Sami Khalil]

You have penned a good one...Thank you for sharing...:)..........

[Ruth]

Inner turmoil versing reality can be shattering but good for creativity lol
Poignantly voiced love!
Claustrophobically so :)
xx

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

Interesting thoughts that you have penned in this one...Wrestling with oneself can be time consuming sometimes...Keep the creative pen flowing...Sunflower