~Friends~

She is so beautiful with long dark hair laying length wise down her back

No one would have ever known that she was sick inside

Her heart hurts, bused from the pain she had hidden inside, eroded with scares

Yet no one would have ever known that she was sick inside!

One moment she was standing there beside me beautiful as beauty can be

She exhale noisily with a look of emptiness in her eyes

 Who would have ever known that she was sick inside?

She walked away from me out of my sight,

Only to return, appearing as someone totally different than she was before:

I died inside!

Standing there before me, her body goes limp knock-kneed and how

Her back slumped forward like old persons warn out bones

Her eyes had the look of a lost soul,

Droopy heavy leads so hard struggling not to close

Who would have known that she was sick inside?

Lifting her arms toward me with a gesture to communicate

Her speech slurred with wordless vowels I couldn’t understand

This poor soul has lost her way home, her hair isn’t even combed

She dropped her arms like a flopped baby doll

 Frustrated from endless effortless in moans

Now who would have known the pain she hid that she was sick inside?

She released her gripped and gave into the drug

 Now moving inside hers staking claims on her body

Making hers its own

Her beauty well hidden, ugliness denies itself no longer,

Until then no one ever knew the sickness inside her

She opens her mouth to talk, with only motionless groans

In slow motion she frowns

 Frustration precedes each attempt to communicate her words

 She passes out

Who would have ever known that she was sick inside?

Her body falls forward when I reached out to catch her

Ho! What trust drugs falsely dissuade

It thrust her, senselessly, she displayed

Without choice she could not have make

Who would have ever known that she was sick inside?

I took her to her room, bearing all her dead weight,

 Thinking in my mind, girl thank, God you are my friend

 I’ll be with you to the end

I laid her on her bed and thought:

 Her innocence is now exposed, and your secrete is out

Who would have ever known that she was sick inside?

Stroking her long hair in wonder

How can this beauty give into defeat?

Why won’t she fight for her own life?

Ho! What a disgusting sight!

Who would have known that she was sick inside?

Looking down at her in this drug induced state,

I saw her hair spattered wildly across her pillow,

Like a sparrow of water waves motioned in stillness

There she lay

Who would have ever known that she was sick inside?

I pondered for a moment to think!

Peace and calmness was finally hers

Without the tension of stressors in past she tried to suppress

 But the drug had her under arrest

Who would have ever known that she was sick inside?

 For the first time I met my true friend

 With no secretes between us

 Looking at the way she awkwardly handles her pain made her no threat

It’s time for you to really relax, my friend; you can reassure we are kin

Who would have ever known that she was sick inside?

We are one just like the other

Trying to live with our pain

 Handling it all on our own

But it will drain both our strengths if we don’t fight

My friend; your secrete is now out about the pain hidden in you

Burses from scaring tarring your heart

It is now under arrest with two friends at best, if we remain tight!

Who would have ever known that she was sick inside?

 Sleep my friend!

Nothing can tear us apart

Rest while I watch over you, and care for you

We’ll never ever depart

Keeping God in our heart

Who would have ever known that she was sick inside?

Just then my friend awaken totally alert, when our places switch to a different fate

Just then our roles were reversed

I am now in your place and you are in mine

Who would have ever known that I was sick inside?

She repeats my words to me now

 The drug got me this time

Rest my dear friend your secrete in out

You are secure with me together we will fight

You can trust me

 I will never leave your side

 I will take care of you this time

Two friends hand and hand going through a tunnel blinded

A life of pain bursting in flames!

True friends forever!

Author: Rosetta Nesbitt:  February 26, 2008