i came across a case like historianswho failed to decipher scripts of old agei failed to read his mindwho through his actions had put it on displayi failed to read his actions
kept his life locked behind the doorsnever letting me inand knowingwhat he was going throughi foolishlytagged himblamed him“for ruining our friendship”
the mizpah, the bond that kept us closebroke in an instantbringing my world to an“blackout”my nights turned haunted againthe savior absquatulated me againmy ghosts began to rule over me againleaving me in a state of despair
This poem is so personal to me and is about my first heartbreak that came from a friend. It was chaos, a war that i fought on the front line, with canons aiming from both sides- my thoughts and the idea of losing a friend. I never thought this would cause me this much hurt but it did. I still wear those scars as memories.
