Not such a simple turn of phrase,
Can't lay it out in one.
Never comes round simple,
The years for sure have won. 


You keep on hiding, nice and warm,
Belly's ever full.
The last thing that we had as one,
A rug you had to pull.


I know someone who looks like you,
Well looked like you a bit.
Sharper than obsidian,
The right amount of grit.


Hard to see behind us now,
Fogs thicker than before.
Hope your duality is worth
What you purchased it for. 


No time now to mourn the dead,
Or change that which is passed;
Just pray the friends that we were then
In unconsciousness last. 

  • Author: Quemis (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 27th, 2022 22:38
  • Comment from author about the poem: Well this is one of the saddest poems I ever wrote. Can't even really show it to him. :'( This poem could also be called: Lost in a dark valley for years without a car, and with slowly fading friendships. Least all my friends have a family.
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  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.


  • L. B. Mek

    yeah, I too have a graveyard
    of cherished friendships
    I mourn over, dear Poet..
    (all we can do
    is treasure the beautiful memories
    they gifted us
    fight away, the pain and hurt
    that fuel our regrets
    and blame, accounts
    try to squeeze, what goodness
    we can, out of life's shattered
    dreams and connections
    look up, and wish them a 'hey'
    for 'old times' sake', and hope
    those winds of change, will
    our well wishes and yearning
    as sincere, as those tears
    we refuse to let drip)
    another brilliantly relatable read, thank you!

    • Quemis

      Well said Mek.

      Sure can get lonely out here though.
      Real lonely, and futureless, and fixless...


      • L. B. Mek

        and on!
        one surpassed
        at a time
        fear not, this
        be a fleeting life
        we labour over..
        best to try and enjoy it
        by ourselves, if we must
        there's no do-over's
        in life
        just, an opportunity
        to not repeat
        our mistakes...
        cheers buddy, 🍻
        let it all out, in your Poetry
        and treat yourself
        once in a while
        then wakeup, ready
        to place all your bets
        and do it all again, till
        fate, plays its finale
        stay Strong!

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