The friend

~2017

The friend that squires one, day and night
guiding you through love and spite
embracing on the sun’s first shine
yet has it seen the stars full-time?
Your friend, my dear, is rife.

Glooming eyes yet it would bear
down-deep, abysmal, what a stare!
No ‘scape in drugs without effects
parley for calm without rejects?
Your friend, my dear, is dire.

It seems to be no friend at all
that visits you from rise to fall.
From dusk til dawn constantly steals
the time you have, life’s sap, your feels?
Your friend, my dear, is pain.

(Fixed typo)