The line is dead,
With no voice on the other end.

My dreams form a mystery,
As I search for my best friend,
The air is foggy and,
I can’t find his face.

The one that makes me smile,
And keeps me locked into place,
He stands before me,
In all situation.

But this time he faces the other way,
As I grab at his shoulders,
“Turn and face me,” I say,
His feet start to shuffle,
His legs start to twist.

But with a negativeness,
As i’m unknown to him,
He asked me very softly,
May i know you???

His face gives me life,
Without it I’m lost,
I need that sense of comfort,
I don’t care what it costs.

But as I open my eyes,
I find myself back in bed,
With no face before me,
And the line still dead.

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This poem, ‘frienREAM’ is under copyright of RhYmOpeDia.

&_Keshav Sawarn |

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