A poem about friendship
I was feeling numb when they came.
No emotions or a flame.
They started to chat,
and I listen to them.
There was no anger
in what they said.
No envy, no revenge.
I was confused in a sense.
Why didn’t they complain?
Life isn’t fair,
and everybody feels some pain.
Later I came to learn
that all those bloody blades,
once I had to accept,
were not offered by my new friends.
I was confused in a sense
because they were there
in case I wanted to share.
Emulating them,
I did not whine or protest.
I simply had a story to tell.
Lucky was I
for that, I found people who cared.
And so again,
I was confused in a sense.
But this time, it didn’t matter
because, with fresh confusion, I was blessed.
A big turn in life, a good change.
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