A Friend?

Stale smoke reminds me that you once were here,
Our laughter once echoed into the night
As teenage dreams mingled with wine and beer
And rebellion became a cause to fight.
Between the lines I was feeling so tight
In so-called love; you were stealing my mind,
My only friend you made my world alright
I could no longer feel or look behind
But reality speaks, and you were not kind
I trusted you, yet you were not my friend
In your hands there was no me left to find
With you my life was drawing to an end.
The only release from this tormenting pain
To say no more to the hell of cocaine!


Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and neo-formalist poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project.

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