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93. Friendship

I wanted nothing more
Then to be left alone
Surrounded by the chaos of life
I was suffocating on happiness
I yearned to listen to the quiet
And turn my eyes into the darkness of serenity
To unhinge the umbilical chord of existence
If only for a few moments of silence
To collect my thoughts and stop
To watch the passage of time
As a casual bystander without purpose
I needed to touch my soul, alone
To feel what others feel when I smile
I wanted to look into the mirror
And know that person who stares back
Stripped of everything that I am
I yearned to bathe in the comfort of being
There can be no greater friendship
Then with yourself


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