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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Poem tackles the subject of relationships, depicting the lamentations of one who had finally discovered that his supposed close friend was indeed an enemy in disguise

Submitted: March 14, 2016

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Submitted: March 14, 2016



He was a friend

Much closer than a brother

We shared the good times

And also the bad times

I loved him dearly

Thought the feeling was mutual

He called me his closest pal

And so I thought he was

Whenever he was needy

Once I got wind of it

I rushed to his aid

Some times at my own peril

I comforted him in times of sorrow

He did same for me

I thought he was a friend so true

Never ones entertained a contrary thought

But one day

He was transported from grass to grace

While I remained in the grass

The enemy in him became apparent

As much as he tried to mask it

While he called me a brother

He never treated me a such

While he was my only hope

He shoved me aside

With excuse after excuse

He turned a blind eye to my desperate pleas

Even at times I needed him most

He was nowhere in sight

Alas it dawned on me

Not a friend

Not a brother

An enemy he was

But I was blinded to this fact

Now I know

Now I know fully well

An enemy he always has been

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