Dearest to my soul you were
Like a friend turned family
So, in the spirit of love did I embrace you
As dry land welcomes the pouring rain
Our bond grew more substantial like the sea waves
Making people wonder if indeed we are not brothers
But your actions have left me in deep thinking
While I’m busy asking myself, what went wrong
The pains and sorrow I shared with you
In secrecy did I, and out of pure trust
But they turned out to be paragraphs on your pages
How does that encourage me to share with you again?
You knew of many opportunities, 'Friend'
That could have turned things around for me
Knowing how competent and skillful I am
But you’ve chosen to hoard them all
While the unneeded you’ve blown away
Despite your knowledge of my dire needs
But you did it all, just to mock my suffering
Yet you claim to have my best of interest at heart
You were meant to be to me a watchman
A seer over my soul as a fellow in faith
But you’re first to castigate my wrongs
Despite the height of the disorder in your life
Plus your toxic and cancerous act toward me
Yet you keep claiming to be my best neighbour
Despite my journey with people here and there
That has continually battered my ability to trust
Keeping me on edge when it comes to believing
But for you, I learned to heal
Because I understood how essential it was for our survival
So, you being honest with me at least this time
Tell me, will your sorry ever fix this?