How rare the light of friends
who feed our hearts and souls;
those few whose goals
are bereft of selfishness.
Others, failing such that stings
and sours our splayed and
wounded hearts
with lemon-squeezed lies;
mutated fruits disguised
refusing to stop their bitter seeds
from growing into bitter deeds!
Volcanic solfatara; poison steams
patronized, sardonic screams of
hot mud splashed upon their vow,
the cost impaled to friends fatale'
a somber solemnity
sadly spawned toward reality!
Alas, I hear those cries of lonely souls
whose hearts do bleed then clot;
their downfall's brought to others blame
they claim, without the slightest glance
nor sought an inward thought
to pity their own circumstance.
What shame!
So many have the chance
for friendships gain
as there are seekers piled high
upon the ladder of lost identities,
begging friendships aid
to find their hidden sanity's
and would not stall
a moments chime to friendships bond
if only one would climb the first step up;
not look down at noxious ground,
forget the wooden ladders rung
when love can overcome
the fated plot instead of fear
which grips one all for naught!