The Friend

A poem about the drifting apart between me and a former friend.

You're not a friend 
who was certain I'd never be there 
I didn't have a friend 
to cry on my shoulder 
I had a monotone, crackling wall for company 
I was plastered to the wall 
I believed it as eternity 

I planned my escape: 
How can I pull away? 
but you, the wall, stood fast 
You rejected my blood and tears 
as I tried to saw my hand off to escape 

You hated me 
And as I shook your plaster off, 
pulling away from you, 
I found a tar fence 
barbed wire 
sticky teeth 

You hated me 
How I knew a few things that you didn't 
But how you clung to me! 
So tight that it became your revenge 

You froze and became a block of ice 
You hated me so much that you would release me 
with a quick slide and slip I was free 
but it was the most cold, painful freedom I had ever felt 
I couldn't even return your rope 
without slipping and falling 

Now I can see through you 
I can see the other rooms 
I can see the people, the places, the world 

With you I was bound and blind 

But tonight I'll pass you by 
And maybe, if I'm dreadfully unlucky, I will taste that frozen tar 
and vomit 

Each gesture was an insult

Author's Note

A friend from high school who seemed to get madder and madder at me day-by-day for literally no reason and she expected me to figure it out. I never did figure it out and she hasn't talked to me since.

Reviews

[Jem Sagcal]

It caught me word by word! I must admit that the poem seemed so dark and sad, but was completely engaging to read.

[Naomi Bloom]

Thanks!

[Krista Weiss]

Amazing poem!! Sorry about your friend!!

[Naomi Bloom]

Thanks!

[A. H. Pinley]

Nice!

[Naomi Bloom]

Thank you!

[Cara]

awww, so sorry if she was your best friend
but a great write

[Naomi Bloom]

Thanks. I had other friends, but I thought we were best friends for a while.

[Cara]

Sorry again and glad that you had friends that really cares, it feels good when you know that someone

[Naomi Bloom]

True.

[Persona]

The imagery is great and I quite like the idea of a monotone wall. This is very creative and more people should read it Naomi! Your poem is very genuine and angry. I see how you feel and understand the frustration.

[Naomi Bloom]

Thank you! :)