Chicano Poet

Thursday, September 11, 2008

The Friend

Wherever my friend has gone
he went there by himself

or so he thought
as I was dragged along with him

down that narrow pipe
that dark tunnel

which I thought would never end
dizzy and dumb-founded

we arrived at the destination
I shook my head NO I want to stay

but soon I was sent packing
up the same darkness I was pushed

until I stood on earth again
having been deprived of my friend again.


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