My best friend

I always lived with him
and he was always close to me,
more close than any man and any friend
as I could never willingly get rid of him;
and as he always stayed in close relationship
I found that he was actually my best friend
although only something of an abstract dream,
a phantom and abstraction, an idea of darkness
always faithfully reminding me of facts of life,
my destination and my fate
to always journey deeper into darkness
with more tragedies and drawing closer unto death,
a life of constantly increasing deeper darkness
never ending anything but always getting thicker,
as I found my best friend even from the start
to always follow me and wait until the very end to catch me,
always waiting patiently upon me, always being there,
my friend in need indeed eternally for life
and hiding under the anonymous abstraction known as death.

Poetry by Laila Roth
Read 597 times
Written on 2017-08-06 at 22:07

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text

Maija Liepins
Oooh I especially like the last line. "Hiding under the anonymous abstraction known as death." I wasn't expecting that. Truth lands like a tickle of surprise delight.