Obligation.
You perfectly made it clear
That is an obligation to be a friend
It is an obligation to help a friend.
I built the hearth where you all came to warm,
I sheltered you through every biting gale,
I anchored you against the rising storm,
And lent my strength whenever yours grew frail.
I gave my harvest while the fields were green,
I poured my cup until the well ran dry,
Believing in a bond that felt serene,
A tether forged beneath a shared blue sky.
But now the winter settles in my bones,
The clockwork slows, the shadows stretch and creep;
I sit amidst these cold and hollow stones,
With promises you swore that you would keep.
My steps are heavy, and the world is wide,
Yet silence is the answer I receive;
You turn your faces, choosing now to hide,
With nothing left to offer or believe.
It’s crystal clear beneath this setting sun,
A lesson carved in lines upon my face:
The race of friendship, once so nobly run,
Was but a contract kept with hollow grace.
You taught me well—that love is just a debt,
A ledger balanced by the things we do;
And since I’m broken, useless, and in debt,
I’m suddenly a stranger, even to you.
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From the uttermost parts of the earth have we heard songs, even glory to the righteous. But I said, My leanness, my leanness, woe unto me!
Thank you so much. It means a lot 💗
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