Friend Vs. Fiend Poem by Hirushi Jayasekera

The rope all worn and I hold on
Hands brushed and bruised
Red streaks of pain call a silent tear
Cringe alone as they stand by

Waiting for you to let go,
Watch with eager eyes
No hand, no heart, but an empty title
watch you writhe, struggle bent with effort
Alone.

What meaning, what sense
Please somebody explain

A faint glimmer never noticed before
Stood beside all along
Helps pull the rope of life amidst this tug of war

Intertwined secrets, one holds the other strong
A million laughs, a thousand experiences,
snapshot memories wipe glistening cheeks clean
Rope pulled as joy rains

A thousand fiends versus one true friend
One true friend worth a thousand 'friends'