My Best Friend Is Now My Prison Poem by Ghada Shahbender

My soul mate, my best friend, my shadow I chase
to recapture that perfect fleeting moment I thought I'd owned
but it escapes me. it evades me. it disparages me to my face
and reminds me of all the nights i despaired, and in my sleep i moaned
My friend, my one time lover is now my prison from which there is no escape
i'm shackled with sweet bitter memories that i cannot evade
They are all in my mind's eye but they have no shape
They are blurred and murky and through them i aimlessly wade