Mon Ami Pierrot Poem by Ramona Thompson

Mon ami Pierrot
My friend Peter
I do not believe he is truely a friend at all
Always talk, talk, talking
Inside my head
Never does his voice decrease or stop
Not even for a moment
One sweet moment in time
Does he give me any peace
Precious, oh so precious peace of mind
And so I wish, I hope and I dream
Oh how I do that I could
Save time in a bottle
Time to save and spend by myself
Alone
One man
Empty of thoughts
Empty of the voices
And most important and wonderful of all
Empty of mon ami Pierrot
My friend Peter
My eternal mental twin, agony and cruel fiend
Oh yes, here I sit
Still to this day
Dreaming and longing
Only for silence
Such sweet, sweet silence
Silence that remains to me still
A lonely and desperate man's dream
Dream unfulfilled


2009 Ramona Thompson