Letter To A Friend Poem by kemurl fofanah

As the bullets current draws the soul of
Abraham Lincoln

As dreamers drown in fairy tales of extacy
and land with flying unicorn

So has my hearts wander in the circle of
pain and illusion

So is my thought wailing with memories of
gentle confusion

From a lushing sharing of pregnant full
friendship

To a state of seige where my existence
seems locked in barren ship

I recall the friendly motion of care,
louderness and gentle replies

When even a poke or hi can lite a wild
fire of conversation without denies

But Oh you my inner me, this friend now
stand numbed

Her ear's and hands, to my messages
blutted and dumbed

Im not writing these words out of
emptiness or frustration

But with great piety I write because I
many never had chance to apologise for
my ill decision

I hope you reflect of me when the sky
silences with whim of delight

And forgive me for whatever lousiness i
might have insight

Because i never wish anything that's out
of the song of a Nightingale

Except what will draw smile out of your
cheeks and fragrance from your facial Vail

I miss you my friend

And I'll be even when our silenceness
cease to end