NEVER REALLY HAD A GOOD FRIEND

fikrioshin

The gloomy days,

a sad face, with a weird gaze,

sitting down in a hallway,

alone and nobody is there.

 

I am here and I can really see,

they are looking at me,

with my different name,

we are not the same.

 

I lost in a war by 3 points,

while running, chasing for some gold coins,

all eyes looking at me,

but when I look around, nobody that I can see.

 

I never really had a good friend,

and I know this is not the end,

even though I know we will never be the same,

I am pretty sure, we will run this game.

 

 

  • Author: fikrioshin (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 10th, 2025 02:48
  • Category: Friendship
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  • sorenbarrett

    Feelings of isolation and searching for affiliation come through to me in this poem. Very nicely done

    • fikrioshin

      Glad to hear that. Thank you 😀



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