Those I’ve lost
Become my gain
And I have made them
Friends again
They live inside
My glass and then
Is it half empty?
Remember when?
They visit me
My mind again?
Or is it real?
Of me and them
I just can’t say
They talk to me
Is justice blind
To what I see?
I tarry not
In my en-vy
My life is lived
In place of me
And those I touch
I barely see

Comments
Zemikael Habte ... | April 12, 2010 - 11:00
It is beautiful poem , I liked reading it.