Q: I am tired, so tired.

My pain is that my eyes and ears
no longer see and hear the same
as yours do. Your eyes have changed.
It has grown distant, like
a starving dog too weak to eat
or a doe caught in a trap wincing for help,
or death. Who will be kind to them?

You are crying. You never cried before.
It’s not like you to do that.
Why are you damned to perish,
while I to wander on alone?
Is this the way it is with friends?

But hey, I want you to know.
You fell from the Heavens as a sign
-- too heavy and unknown.
I tried to lift and drive you away
only to fail miserably on my account.

As a companion, my equal in strength,
loyal to friends who will not forsake,
and whom I never wish to leave. Now
I sat hushed as your eyes stilled.
In silence, I reached out to touch
a friend whom had been lost for good.

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Wow, it's been a while since I last wrote poetry. Never has been my kinda thing, but free time at the SOC allowed me to fiddle with any leftover thoughts. This one was particularly therapeutic.

Vonnie Sing