The Truth Of Life Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

Wake up to my friend above me while i was sleeping,
as im being kicked in the head repeatedly,
taking every little ounce of enregy, and cannibalizing it,
using my emotion, my ideals, my hopes and dreams,
to bury me deeper than any fear I have,
and I loose another making me weaker and lonely,
in the quest called life there are two roads,
which one do I take when both are inpassable?
Do i sit here and loose or leave and loose?
I offer my arm as a friend as they bite me,
taking everything i have to offer,
and then leaving me on the floor as they walk away,
loosing my vision, to be blinded by the TRUTH OF LIFE