My Friend, My Woe: Ode to Pain

  "My Friend, My Woe: Ode to Pain"

Here, homage to a long friendship!

Ode to a comrade

My friend, my woe.

Need I say bottoms up?

Here, I'm in a cuddle,

With a mug of hot amber;

As dark as you are.

Dark yet comforting

Thus and so, Bottoms up!

Dear old friend;

It's been a long forever,

My one true companion.

Yin to my Yang

How we came to be, I can't even say.

Always with, and hardly apart.

Everywhere I go you follow

I'm leading, you are in tow.

My dear friend;

It is our anniversary, today.

Our becoming, now a blur;

Yet can't remember a time without you.

Fancying a life without you, no easy feat.

A farewell anniversary

Our time together is coming to an end

I'm going on a journey

A different kind of adventure, than we've been on.

This, you must sit out.

I can't bring you along

Will I ever come back to you?

I can't feel it, I can't say it.

What I feel, you've nurtured me well.

Thus and so, I have to go be well, alone.

For what is dead may never die

Yet you, I'll miss, terribly.

I feel destitute of you, already.

You've been true to me

Is there ever a loyal companion like you?

One who dares replace you?

A free bird came to me, in my musing;

Said there's one such, out there.

One so much like you, yet so better.

One with a bow and arrow,

To shoot wherever he pleases;

Even to the chest, unsparingly.

Would he ever accept me?

What ilk of alliance would it be?

Will he ever fill this void, like you?

Would I fare well with him?

Is it to be adventurous?

Is it to be or not to be?

As great as what we shared, or greater?

What would it be, what would he be?

A loyal friend, comrade forever?

Or beguile me, to leave me high and dry?

Dear old friend, pray tell?

Yet, on the other side of this coin;

Will I even accept him, over you?

Will I be one with him, readily?

Am I to be immersed in him, as I was you?

Or will I be jaded, gnarled,

And tainted by what I shared with you?

Dear old friend, pray tell.

This journey I'm set about;

As scary as exciting,

I'm found longing to see what it holds for me.

An alarming spur

For what I know, all I know, is nothing.

Yet, the nothingness of,

What is dead may never die.

But rises again, heartier.

Dear friend, sorry it came to this.

With this mug of black, hot amber,

I wash you off my skin;

Cleanse you off my soul.

Here, is where I go on without you.