- Books, Literature, and Writing
Thoughts like friends, they come and go, leaving whenever they like.
they let themselves in, at their slightest whim and linger all day and night.
so I sit and I wait for a thought to create. with emotions I cannot show.
though it seems at this time,my friends have all died and my heart is feeling so low.
so I play in the park, alone in the dark,wishing someone would call.
Are they really all gone, it seems like so long, I feel like a brick in the wall
Days turn to weeks and weeks turn to months, While I'm slowly dying inside
Then all of a sudden, a light in the tunnell, I have feelings I'm still alive.
Though hopeless I feel, I still have a will, that wills me to keep trying.
I won't quit,stop or stray ,on my path I will stay, until a friend says hi.
Cause thoughts are like friends, I must say again ,they come and they go as they like.
Original poem by Manthy