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All My Friends Are Dead

by Maria Terezia Ferencz

voices whisper sometimes
in the deep dark night
they talk with me of normal things
in this they all delight
they give advice they sympathise
remind me to pay heed
to each detail of all small things
they say all this I need
whispers of how they'd love to have
the air that I now breathe
the problems the uncertainty
the food on which I feed
each and every stupid thing
that I don't stop to see
they tell how I am so lucky
to continue just to be
of course this is quite normal
low whispers in my head
the only way they can talk to me
cause all my friends are dead


Author's Note: They may be dead, but they still speak to me....

Posted on 08/26/2005
Copyright © 2020 Maria Terezia Ferencz

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jean Mollett on 10/04/07 at 07:06 PM

Hi Maria, Great write. It's full of emotions, very sad too. Your friends that you know or near you may be gone. But, you're not alone. You have friends here on the site. You also have me too. I have lost a friend, yes it's not easy. I still miss him.

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