I TAUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS

Unable to sleep as the morning comes
those cruel words spoken beat like a drum
it echoes through the halls of my mind
disrupting my thoughts of space and time.

Your demeaning words cut through me like a knife
Leaving me bruised and wounded in life
I never expected such a venomous sting
coming from my bosom buddy and trusted friend.

But I stand firm, resilient, and true
knowing that these words are not of me but of you
They may pierce and wound me for a while
But in the end, they are just words,
That cannot darken my skies.

So I rise above the venom's fray
For my soul's anchored, come what may
And I shall soar above it all, empowered and free,
for the piercing of your cruel words
will never define me.

Wilford Barker.