My Poetry - Unfriends

You were my friend I’d do anything for you

Don’t you even know that I’d lay down my life for you?

We hung out and talked went to games and had fun

I thought I could trust you but I guess I was wrong

It’s like a butter knife that is thrust in my back

Twisting and pushing I’m being attacked

I’ve NEVER done anything wrong at you

Why this masquerade and the events that ensued

This clanging I keep hearing of some wrong that I’ve done

It makes me so angry at what you’ve become

A scab, a sore something so contrite

I feel you yet fear you in this miasma of frostbite

Something so heinous and something so sad

Why did this happen but I bet your so glad

It’s alright all is forgiven we’ve both done things wrong

But why did it have to happen why do we have to be so headstrong

Something we built this friendship I thought would last

A heart of stone instead of glass

So off we go on our merry ways

Waving g’bye see you later in this frosty unfriendly haze

© Spiritual Animystical

MEANING:

It's the nature of life on this earth to be betrayed, but the sting is always so new. It's why it takes me a long time to trust somebody. I wrote this poem to get my feelings out and so that once and for all, I'd be over and done with it. To get all this anger out in one fell swoop.

My Poetry - Things Unseen

Darkness ensues the gathering awaits

Cold and damp I run straight for the gate

He follows. He sees. He knows everything

I run away scared for the darkness he brings

He’s the incubus. The strife. The things in my life

I hide behind walls yet see the flash of the knife

Twisting. Turning. Down narrow halls

Like a caged animal with naught to fall

I close my eyes And count to ten

Wake up from this nightmare that I was stuck in

But what if it’s not such a simple little dream

Yet the harsh realities of things unseen?

© Spiritual Animystical

MEANING:

I've done another poem, and I thought I'd post it in here. I've not written poetry for a few months now, and so, again, I posted it on poetry.com. But thought I'd cross post it in here. I don't know what's got me writing again, a muse, stressors in my life, whatever.. but these last 2 are so deep... and it shocks me that I'm writing them. Anyhoo.. enjoy.