Warriors of my past are attacking me
Their arrows flying towards my soul
Running away as fast as I can
I’m looking for a place to hide..
They say friends will be your shelter
To protect you from the destructive rain
But when I seeked for your solace
All I found was a desolate wasteland…
In the blinding darkness I cry for you
To shield me from my harrowing demons
But the saving light never pierces
Your haven nowhere to be found…
I’m on my knees bleeding
My body riddled with bows
With my last ounce of strength I reach for you
Then fade into nothingness as I fall.
Deana Rode
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2005-the-end-of-his-friendship/
