Friends

This cushy circle sickens me
It crawled into my mind
As you crawled out.
In this good-time space, clinking
Drinking, sinking...Do you
Know how I feel?
It’s dark sometimes
When I hide my face
And I stare at this sad, sad scene.
Poor, pitiful, deathless me,
Am I beautifully unfortunate?
Don’t answer that.
I look outside, contented for most,
Tense stress free seconds
Ring any bells?
When I’m dragged back in
Will I lose control for a while?
Standing far too close to my soul.
Cynical and typical, first I doubt
Then I throw up
Are you enjoying your death-watch dear?


~ Copyright Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2001