by Pieter J. Friedrich
Dear Friend,
You were a crutch for this cripple.
A shadow of you swirls
in the shallows of my memory;
You're still here but
what a deceptive crutch!
So phantasmic I can't trust
you.
Disappearing...
You vanished and
I think, perhaps,
I leaned too hard on you and
I'm falling.
Lost you in the mist.
Maybe
tears of self-pity blind you
from my sight.
Or you
are the mist and now
you're lifting.
I loved a vapor.
This fool
stared too close
too long and hard.
His gaze was so bright
you melted as though
I were the sun.
Eyes so wide open
he didn't see
you vanishing.
Goodbye...
Spirit friend
I think, perhaps, you
were blown away by angel's
(or demon's)
breath.
Did you exist?
I want
to breathe out my ghost.
Fly
with the spirit
you showed yourself to be.
I hate you and wonder
do you hate me?
(Can a phantom hate?)
You were a lie
I think I know the truth.
Or did I ever stop
deceiving me?
Ghost friend,
I shed my life for you
bled my soul for you.
Wish to kill myself
for you
because
I think you didn't care.
Vampiress,
you drank this fool's life.
Took what he offered
and I gave
and
how can I give again?
Why can't I have
you?
Love,
The Cripple
