I met the friend on the road
no stranger from times before
while I traveled towards my goal
only wishing to arrive alone
no good would come from amity
a rapport that denied good faith
when motivations would be damned
in every afterward imagined then
I turned away from these thoughts
instead of considering ego's wants
filled inside with rapt desires
forgetting falls that bruised my heart
they were the chum when I had none
standing by me when life was glum
now their return bode anew
the need to walk in fury's groove
they asked to climb upon my back
share a warmth by the flames
that burned bright in response
to their presence by my side
the only answer I had to share
was a yes from every cell
the desire to smash the world
was the focus I'd soon despair
now I ask if they could leave
depart before I would arrive
complete the journey at day's end
in the company of sanity
my friend of temperament had their place
at the milestone where they stood
my destination is not their home
life removed from anger's cure.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20190427.
" Now their return bode anew The need to walk in fury's groove" . Great conceptualization Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The note explained it all. The poem is very well written and meaningful. Angel should always be short-lived. Thank you for sharing the poem and the note.