Friday, March 13, 2015

For an Old Friend

I've been walking around, averting my gaze,
Afraid of seeing others and being seen,
Defending my pride with the broken sword
Of ignorance and hate.
But now I am awake,
Refreshed after that night of deep
And dour dreams.
All it took to wake me was the sound of your voice
Calling my name.

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