Questioning myself

A question I ask myself now,
Have I really been a true friend?
If so, can I tell, to what end?
No, a doubt still remains somehow.

I feel your presence,
yet I feel alone,
hear the still silence,
till it is echoes,
your sound far away,
Where am I today?

Your company you do extend,
but am I just a tap for love?
When I care, I get hurt somehow,
Is this friendship to be my end?

Do I walk away
or still stay close
for few memories
do wake my smile,
does that make pain
feel worthwhile?

je marche à toi, pensée je suis
jusqu’à je dégoter un répons


Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 2, Questioning Myself)


(’12, Oct 02)

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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  1. What I feel is … We seeks for the same Love in return what we give to others. That’s very normal and the fact can not be neglected. Gradually, our expectations from them becomes strong and when they are not fulfilled according to our desire…We are hurt badly!
    In friendship, it is very common case. Perhaps, a feeling of possessiveness comes; such feelings becomes more intense when a feeling of No Value comes within…

  2. I feel for your piece. A lot of times we expect a lot out of the friendship but sometimes there’s so much they can give and perhaps it might be easier to give what you can rather what you dont have lest you get hurt?


    • True, but at times, it feels as if it is something that I did that’s causing them not to give back that friendship to me 🙂 It may not be true, but in that moment, I’d believe it was. Thanks for the wisdom, Clarice 🙂
       
      – Leo.

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