Return Poem by Mike Snow

Talk softly as you pass me,
tread not heavy upon the floor.
But, stare into the fixed horizon
for.
Feel not pity for my plight,
or ask what can it be.
For I will not answer, why
indeed? .
If true friend that you be,
then stand and in silence prepare.
To assist with the long climb,
where.
From that maul of desperations beast,
with stench of loneliness and fear.
Where misunderstanding, heaps scorn upon the
ear.
When downward spirial is to end,
and life lies twisted in defeat.
Your friendship a candlelight for my
feet.
Short or long, it matters not,
the path returning I will begin.
With friends love calling me home,
again.


(© M.Snow 2013)