Ropes, Possessive Women, Covid Shots & Sand

Monday

Met with a friend

Was a friend

Can't be a friend 

Not a friend

We talked about fellow friends

No longer with

Tragedies

Victims of themselves

One believed the end was a means

One believed in needles, it seems

All fell victim to what was right

Not right

We were all together once

Living, free, the only way to be

But then there were shackles of choice

Each enslavement with a singular voice

Then the hourglass ran out

The links    spread out

About

So thin

And then, where were the friends 

As a Lizard King once said

"It hurts to set you free..."

Now

Before me

Is a sandy dune

Higher than it once was

In those days you could peer over it

And see the ocean waves

And see the friendly waves

But storms pile the sands high

To bury everything below

If you watch

You'll come to know

Solo

So low

When wind comes again

And time skitters and flows

What will be revealed

From below