Gone Poem by Kurt Barekman

There for me are my friends
with me to the earth and its ends
we live through every plight
every god damned fight
then suddenly its all different
you, suddenly so indifferent
We, together forever walk
In opposite directions, no talk
I see, white, beautiful a dove
No, beautiful, not at all love
I try to exercise a will to not make it plain
I, me, him, he, am in pain
white, raised, terrible are my scars.
I throw, hurl, plow myself under cars
So easy simple, hang by chain
my intentions, so plain
But that is stupid, dumb, not intelligent so lame
Not like you, him, her, them so lame