My Painful Glory


I was sitting in my room talking to the walls that cried out in pain,
They cried for those who had forgotten the truth,
The truth that my friends had hung over there souls,
My friend saw each other but didn’t recognize whom they saw,
They saw there enemies they had thought were gone.


I saw how the looked at one-another with fear in there eyes,
Fear of loss and pain that threatened to consume them,
That fear over-took me and turned to rage,
A powerful rage which soon destroyed me,
Now I am free from that fear,
Free of those once dear friends who now were just a memory.