Makes me seem to theorize
Undulating madness owned by thee
Earns none of my sympathy
Your teary creek, hers now to mention
Locked up in mind’s detention
Never to let free again
The truth be told of my old friend
My old friend grew in my place with me
For all sins he would forgive me
My sins, his sins, all the same
We share these like we shared our name
My tears brought smiles and smiles brought tears
Fears brought thought to thought brought tears
Alone, surrounded, knowing be
Just my old friend, myself and me
Myself known only to each other
A composition early smothered
Drowned in purity, drenched in rain
Death it’s first and only claim
Entombed it beams with soulful pride
Under my old friend and I
Stream of consciousness poetry is cool, you think?
