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.
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Author:
Shayl Mantei (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 14th, 2017 14:00
- Category: Friendship
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Comments3
good write. I wasn't expecting the twist.
Enjoyed it. Well done
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.
its about someone seeing a ghost and the challenge people must face when they lose someone dear to them
Thanks for your precise interpretation SHAYL ~ much appreciated ~ Yours BRIAN
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