A Poem by Alexis L. Thompson

For a friend...

You came in like a bat out of Hell...
Like a dark Angel...
and I wasn't ready.

But you didn't care...
That's the thing about you...
you never care... and yet...
You care way too much...


For you.

I wanted you.
I craved you.
I poured my soul out to you.

I was mixed on my emotions
Before I knew where this would go.
You treated me as an equal,
and gave me what I needed.

Before you ever knew what you did for me.

And you're going to ask
Why this doesn't rhyme if it's a poem.

...It's a metaphor.

Free verse...
An expression of the freedom you have given me.

A gift I can never repay you.

And for that,,, I am sorry...

But I am also thankful....

And I want you to take my hand.

I want you to hold on to me.

Become one with me.

and tear down the walls of expectation...

and show them all
We are one in the same.

We are uniquely divided.

We are the Fulcrum.

© 2019 Alexis L. Thompson

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Added on April 23, 2019
Last Updated on April 23, 2019


Alexis L. Thompson
Alexis L. Thompson

Waterloo, NY

Well, I am 22 and I have a passionate, open relationship with poetry. lately i haven't written much. life catches up to you and you just don't seem to get a chance. so many things to write about , no.. more..