|My Bitter Friends
Author: AppleCrumble PM
A bitter man acknowledges his killers, he raises his glass to his own memory.Rated: Fiction T - English - Mystery/Angst - Words: 97 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 2 - Published: 11-24-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3077159
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I raise a glass to you my friends,
Forgetting that you have forged your ways,
Through crime and work, the 9 to 5,
Forgetting that you have passed my grave,
With children to the park
or driving by amongst the dark.
I remain a childhood mistake,
Unseen, unheard, I rot away,
The single memorial to your splendid youth,
It was dark when you stole my body from my mind,
and raining, I was walking home.
I was alone.
And now I'm waiting,
Glass in hand,
Raising it to you,
My bitter friends.