A Bad Dream and War

Dazed and confused I pick
Myself up from the floor.
Trying to figure out if
We're at war.
Is our friendship gone?
Is the hurt getting stronger?
Or is it that love has become
Weakened by all this nonsense
And disaster?

We try to repair the relationship
We once had.
But instead we just tore it deeper
With our fear and dread.
I cry out your name but silence
Overcame and took all my senses
Away.

So now I sit here in the corner,
Just all huddled up with shame
and misery proclaiming it's LOVE
For me; and telling me you're no
Longer alive and friends with me.

So I scream and punch the wall,
Feeling lonely and dull.
Thinking to myself this is only a
Bad dream, I wake to find you watching
Me sleep...