A Proud Friend

Acknowledge yourself. The yawn of the morning enters...
A proud friend?

The yawn of the morning enters
A slight mist of hypnotic silence fills the room with dreariness
I lay there, an attentive cry for help
It will come I say……when?

Do I cry……or hold onto the sour hatred I have devoured
What if I cry, I think……….the hypnotic silences fills my head,
The room still cold with bleakness….

The amendment of my character
Lightened the sombreness hatred around me
I felt free again
A proud friend?

By Robert Bayley
Published: 3/25/2004		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
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