Absent Friends

My friend has been absent...for sometime now
whenever I look for him he's never there, you know
I know his always busy, with what have you
yet I know his there, but he has no time for me

he's got me into this game this writing lark
it was him that said, you've got a poet inside, of you.
don't be ridiculous says I, can't string two words together.
From just some comment, I made on some of his poems

but how I miss my friend...but he's too busy
he brought feelings I didn't know I had, inside of  me
and those feelings has unleashed, the monster in me
it has made me think, of the things I've stashed away

things that were buried, deep inside of me
has come to the surface, but can't cope with all of the hurt
need someone to say it'll okay you know
how does someone separate, the good from the ugly

the torment that I feel it's short of being demented
must be a demented case to care so deeply
where are you my friend when I need encouragement
you got me into this so please, get me out of it

I rant and rave at those, at those that have hurt me
but I really don't want to feel like this...
because everybody wants a piece of me,
I haven't much left to give, physically or emotionally

it seems am all spent, wringed out and thrown away      
where are you my friend when I need an ear
so preoccupied you are, with the things that you do
haven't had anyone that I could open up to

my hearts so full emotionally, with all the shit that's going round, me
maybe it's my fault, for letting things get to me
but this is the only source left open to me
so I'll rant and rave, for a while longer, my friend if you don't mind

my son seems to sense, my mood you know
to quieten my mind, he's playing a sweet piece of music
my mind and soul, are being put to bed
with the wonderful sounds, coming out from that room


music usually quietens down my soul, says she smiling.

                                By Connie James