Jan 26, 2005 21:53
A Handfull of Poems: By Robert Topp
To My Friends
Friends are found. Enemies are made.
Drama emerges. Games are played.
High school sucked. What’s new?
Out of all of this so far, it’s you…
Self Pity
Sometimes I sit and I wonder why?
As the days fade into night and night to day
I’ll lay my head to pillow and cry
And as life fades into death and from death springs life.
Ill sit and ask what’s the point.
As I watch all that I care for fade into nothing
and nothing turn to what I care for.
Based on a dream.
A shot was fired
A bullet flew
I threw my self
In front of you
The wound bled
As I lay on the floor
I knew my life
was no more
My life was fulfilled
Having saved you
There was nothing more
I could do
And then I woke
In my bed
There was no bullet
I never bled
I thought for awhile
About the choice I had made
In my dream
your life was saved
And were it to happen
For real this time
Again I would put
My life on the line
Then I thought who stood,
over me in the end
And that’s when I realized
It was the face of a friend
to all of my friends you give me hope... and i thank you for that.