Disconnected

He who was once a friend, is now an enemy

I wish I did not know his identity

I had taken the scissors and severed our ties

He roams the world spreading lies

He laughs his heart out as I sit there and cry

It is as if something in me has died

I only have one hand to hold and say the problems I tell

Everyone else I do not speak my internal hell

I try so hard to bring back my heart

But I often wonder if it was there to start

To the sir who has wounded me so

Where in this land will you go?

The month we fought was a drag

Such thoughts have forced me to gag

You may be dragging me through the mud

But I refuse to go with a quiet thud

So if he finds this poem one day

Then I hope you remember this fray

The seeds you sowed are full of toxins

Then remember my sweet concoction

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But I refuse to show my groans and moans

Our friendship here has long withered

As we are disconnected, do not come hither

I will be long gone from your reach