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Friends to Foe - Poem

To tell friend from foe is like distinguishing water from wine,

So obvious yet we are so blinded by the fogged glass shielding us from the inner liquids,

The inner liquids that make the chalice different, 


The liquids that hold more than just taste, 

But pain and jealousy,

Fury and rage,

Innocence and corruption,

Disgust and hatred


Please pick me, 

Please save me, from the world of sand dunes sinking to the ground,

The love from the bubbles are temporary, 

I will aid you through sorrowful seas, I will bless you will loving pleas, i’ll sing to you a lullaby... till my inner fluids run dry


Don't come back when you are drunk and desolate,

I do not wish to see what I have failed to compete with,

It seems we have to race to the end of the line but it forms to a circle that meets no end,

Who am I if not competition?

Who am I if I don't win? 


I’ll drain oceans if it means you want the shells or pearls,

I’ll plug the clouds if it means you want to see the sun,

I’ll pull the mountains off its high peaks for you to see the truth on the other side


But you resent the shells and pearls coated in salt,

You love the wrath of tears,

You enjoy the crippling corruption and living in denial, for who would want this reality?

Who would want to notice someone who's willing to give their love in return for loyalty?

In return of peace,

In return for friendship?


No human can commit,

All our seas have dried,

All our clouds have cried,

All our peaks have crumbled,


Reality hits us as the sun rays pierce through the wealthy skin,

Oh when will realisation follow?

It has failed to take a weary blow
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