Friend, by Nicholas Ryan Sampson

Friend

There is something to be said

of a true friend

One who will pull the knife

from your back

One who will stitch the wounds

But what is it

Maybe there is not

something to be said

Words could never do justice

(2013)

So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything

Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again

Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant

The pen must be  mightier than the sword  For there is nothing that  will spill your guts faster  than a bit of ink that says 

All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life

I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response

I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you

I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth

There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me

There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze

The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking

I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer

Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world

I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can

I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face