Great Friend

Great Friend

A Poem by ThreeWrites
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Something I wrote with the review of a friend

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Chakib would this “great friend” Sling Crystal on the streets, to fulfill his needs?

A lifetime of struggling has left me with little to no faith, or creed.

“I suppose if he’s human, and he needs to make a living on the streets, but had no other way to get back on his feet.”

Would this “great friend” try to find a musical beat, at little to no cost of others needs?

Musical instruments don’t come cheap, so what I’ve done makes it hard to find myself asleep.

“If they don’t want to see him succeed, then yes I do, indeed,”

How can a “great friend” ask for money, when he owes more to others, than they could believe?

“If i need money, no matter the cause, i get it by almost all means, I just stack debts, like my family would never conceive.”

I’ve seen more cash blown straight up the nose, with no trail left at the scene, with only lies left behind as they say, “they’re clean”.

“How can you repay them, knowing you’ve done nothing but deceive, not at others lively hood, what if they have a child, they want to conceive.”

Why would a “great friend”, steal just to make ends meet?

I’ve got more than just one mouth to feed, I want to fulfill my family’s desires, over my own dreams.

“You do what you gotta do, sometimes you hide an ace up your sleeve.”

Who’s the real “great friend”, when the other is there, but one fails to be wholesome, or complete.

Always acting like it’s a contest, with my closest friends, like some prize is to be won, like we should compete, so I’ve chosen a narrow path, in which it feels like constant defeat.

“Who ever is told they are the bigger man, and the even bigger friend, after all is said and isn’t discreet.”

Where’s the “great friend” when the others they’re struggling, but ones in disbelief.

I know we all have hard times, but I never show a generous hand, and all I can do is show my remorse, my grief.

“After the struggles will come a big relief, so you can set your head at ease, and maybe you can finally get some sleep.”

© 2025 ThreeWrites


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ThreeWrites
I’m quoting what my friend would say.

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ThreeWrites
ThreeWrites

Albuquerque, NM



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I have brain damage, and went through psychosis. What I made out of it, was a lot of emotions, what it led too, is a opportunity to write emotional poems more..