Dear Enemy

I shall not dwell on the demons that lie between us. I morn, not for your lost soul but for my own. I told myself I would not shed one tear of sadness but I’m on trembling  knees, drowning in grief. I told you I would never need your help, yet these angles I pray to cry their downpour for I am beyond their help. So, my dear enemy, the only one who can help is you. Will you help, or am I still the stone statue you see me to be. Can’t you see the tears I cry or have I projected myself to be to strong to break. Do I have to bleed before you realize that that that illusion is fake? Everything is falling down around me, I need your help, I need your faith, dear enemy.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Great meaning in your words. In the short piece. You left the reader with deep thoughts and hard topic. When we need the enemy help. Will he assist? I wanted more and thank you for sharing your words and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Wyrn Tiger]

I recently had to ask my brother for help, I rely thought he was going to, but then he laughed and turned away.

[Coyote Poetry]

We learn who is friend and who is not. When we seek help. Your brother, poor example of the family.

[Wyrn Tiger]

too say I don't love him is I lie. I will not speek ill of him for the things he has done in the past. that is to say that I won't in the present but family is family, and family is forever and in the end that is what matters.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right.