My Dearest Friend Poem by Osama Aldeyasty

He turned his back and walked on me,
Nothing to say, he walked away.
My dearest friend was a brother to me,
We've grown together, day by day.
I still recall when we sat to talk; he was trying to explain.
But his mask had fallen; I'm in terrible pain.
He was trying another mask; he was doing the usual task:
To make me think that I'm wrong again.
I never thought that he could be like this:
To have all the darkness in his chest,
Black hearted, yet how clever he is,
To hide the evil in his eye;
My dearest friend has turned out to be a lie.
I cried like a sinner on his first day in hell,
I felt so weak like a snail torn out of his shell.
I need a friend to hold my hand, to talk to me, to understand.
I need a shoulder to lay my head, I need a heart, I need a friend.
I need a friend and I need to know,
Am I dreaming or this could be true?


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