I'm travelling down paths of discord.
Fearful, lonely and ignored.
They who's trust I thought I'd found.
Ignorant, lost, belligerent and blind.
Can they not see the blood that flows?
From the knives, that rip into my soul.
Mistrust the seeds they have sown.
Through countless lies spoken in undertones.
Their faces tell too many lies of things supposed, by me not them.
For I am but my only friend,
And I will not fear, for I feel freedoms hand.
And I know this journey is at its end.
For, I am but my only friend.
Copyright ©2014 Deborah M. Hodgetts