my old friend


He sat all alone,

My old friend.

He never looked up, 

But he never looked down.

My old friend,

Never looked at me.

Whenever I tried to talk to him,

He never answered.

It was as if he wasn't even there.

Now I sit in a white rubber room,

Cause I told mommy.

My old friend walked into the room,

He walked right through me.

For he was never there,

My old friend.


  • Author: Shayl Mantei (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 14th, 2017 14:00
  • Category: Friendship
  • Views: 42
  • Users favorite of this poem: Elizabeth
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  • Elizabeth

    good write. I wasn't expecting the twist.

  • Garry

    Enjoyed it. Well done

    • Shayl

      thank you


      WELCOME SHAYL ~ Thanks for your first poem ~ I am sure it struck a chord with many of our Members. At som point (or points ) in time we have an imaginary Friend ~ they can be quite an asset when we are lonely or alone ! Thanks for sharing BRIAN (UK) Please check my poems ~ Thanks B.

      • Shayl

        its about someone seeing a ghost and the challenge people must face when they lose someone dear to them

        • BRIAN & ANGELA

          Thanks for your precise interpretation SHAYL ~ much appreciated ~ Yours BRIAN

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