Friends: Forgotten, Imagined, Unreal

To see my friend, invisible like me.


amigo_invisible (Photo credit: LRdeChile)

We spend our time floating on the ocean.

Waiting for a wave to take us away.

Or maybe you’ll find us inside hiding.

A closet for shelter from the mad world.

We built a treehouse with shelter to spare.

Just in case anyone wants to join us.

A complete circle, no chants or verses.

Open membership, but no one applies.

So I work through the days and cry at night.

I watch them all go home to laugh and smile.

As I stand outside freezing in the cold.

An icicle’s warmth melted by my heart.

Feet frozen by the fire, stoke some more.

Smoke signals rise, hope they come to rescue.

Beggar of the world. Don’t cheat, lie or steal.

Live it wrong, and you’ll start to smolder.

The chimney releases your warmth burden.

Inhale your last breath before you finish.

Blow out the plumes, see twisted faces there.

Not your friends, but demons, hauntings and ghosts.

Open your eyes, let them sting for water.

Sealed within the aquarium bubbles.

Swimming in circles, don’t let the fish die.

Let others enjoy your life just for once.


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