IMPERFECT FRIENDSHIP

I take time to share with you,
my inner most feelings but

you don’t seem to care about

what I had to share with you.

I came to tell my problems,

you listen to my say but

did you actually hear me?

I am not really that sure

why I chose you as a friend.

Do you know why you chose me?

I really do not know why,

as I think if it often.

Maybe because of the act

you performed in front of me

on the day that I finally thought

I met a new best friend.

You hurt me too many times,

physically and mentally.

Through all this I come back.

Time after time, I waited

hoping to expect a change

in our imperfect friendship.

As I close my door, my friend

I dare not re-enter the door

to an unstable friendship.

I seek stability,

to be able to hold on

to what’s left in our friendship.

Let’s give it another try,

and hope tomorrow is better

than any other past day.

 

 

AGING ABIGAIL

With only a scarce amount of time left,
Aging Abigail Alzheimer,
Lay upon her death bed.
Looking back at her eighty-eight years,
Briefly, becoming eighty-eight
Prolonged seconds.

The hot sun,
Brought warm feelings to her mind,
Comforted by,
Pleasant memories and prosperity.

The sky gathers its
Gray clouds and heavy rain,
Open feelings of desperate despair
And letting loneliness sink in.

In a brief moment,
Transforming
Shining tranquility to
Somber depression.

She silently,
Slipped away,
Guided by the good Lord, she so loved.