MY DEAR OLD FRIEND

When you're all alone, your dear old friend will be there to hold.

Here I lay in my bed, lying alone I look forward to hold the one I shall wed. I lay, feeling pain. Pain that I know will stain in my mind. I am blind, blinded by my thoughts, consumed by my fears, and holding in my tears. The one who I hold dear is what I fear to lose. As much as I fear Death, he can take my last breath, but only if my love will still be mine as I watch from above. I am alone, trapped in utter darkness, but the cause of these tears is only traced to my fears. The dark no longer scares me, it shares with me its space to where I can unlace. I cry thinking why my mind will only find thoughts of such fear. In the dark I am helped. No one can see my cry, or anyone to ask why. I am pained, I've been broken, but I know I will survive. Until I have my wed, I lay in my bed with my dear old friend. So as I sob, worrying for my knob to be turned open, I am held by the miraculous Darkness, my dear old friend.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A great tribute to your dear old friend...Bravo..................