Sick Friend Poem

Behind your closed door you lay,
Your emotions locked up inside of you.
No one seems to understand the problem at bay.
You fight like a raging bull to stay sane,
But you get pulled down by the gray shadow of fear.
You cry out loud as you feel the stinging pain,
Running through your cold shallow vanes.
You clench your pale hand around a picture
The only thing you have left to remind you of the friendship you once had.
Your tears run down your sickened face
As they splash on the bodies of the beloved.
You wonder if you will ever escape this place
To join a new fate.

Then one day behind that closed door,
A hand reaches to you for comfort.
It rests on your shoulder,
To help you remove fears boulder.
That hand gave you light in your sea of darkness.
You realize that life must go on,
And that there are others who care deeply about you.
You place that tear soaked picture in a small box,
To say your final goodbye to your oldest friend.
As you open that closed door.
Behind Closed Doors by Stephanie Filer @FamilyFriendPoems

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