Wednesday, January 11, 2012

To My New Friends

No configuration in calculus can explain
How all these feelings some deem mundane
Made up, fabricated, attention sought
Is truly what weighs my heart so much

Understanding and comfort our soul needs
But deprivation and anxiety is what we meet
Then along comes a stranger made friend
Whose wisdom for soothing knows no end

With you, my friend, these pains we endure
For another day we survive, for there is no cure
Each day at a time, and step by step
We hold hands, and no one we forget

For it manipulates our thoughts and traps our mind
Strangling our confidence, drowning our lives
But together, bonded, we fight this unseen intruder
And together, stronger, we fight - no matter how brutal

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