Terry D. Sutherland

ALONE

Arduous waves; a perfunctory clasp
The hands of pent rage firmly grasp
A hand in false friendship till the last gasp
We offer our hand to the fang of an asp

Purge the sensitive, caring need
Keep hands pressed close as not to bleed
Stay alone in thoughts; don’t spread the seed
What others think matters not in the deed

Drive those close out in the cold
They confuse fear as being bold
Keep steel in sad eyes; a friend is sold
Friend’s worth is second to the bag of gold

Hide inadequate, self doubt and pride
Let them know they’re along for the ride
In the end they must choose a side
In this, we know no better guide