Ain't No Friend Of Mine

Ain't No Friend Of Mine

A Poem by Enigma

The man downstairs

is very clever,

can he hide his plans

forever?

Conjectures black

his tongue

is rotten,

timeless nights

women forgotten,

one

two three

four steps before

the door down below

then shuts for

good,

whilst upstairs,

the times are still good.

The man downstairs

all dressed in

green,

but why? For who?

What does it mean?

Inside a box he draws

a pen,

and writes about nothing,

simply nothing,

because the times

are dead.

© 2014 Enigma


Author's Note

Enigma
Something new with something old.

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