Dear God, <br />I'm standing between your stone pillars <br />With pain killers all over my chest. <br /> <br />I'm thinking of warmth <br />As my body runs cold <br />Inside my old-feeling bones. <br /> <br />As my wrists are torn <br />Each to his own <br />To support the helping hand. <br /> <br />On private land <br />Do my grieviances grow. <br /> <br />Sweet bitterness of the cold <br />That flows inside will unveil <br />In more detail how.... <br /> <br />And right now <br />A man is weak at a woman's touch. <br /> <br />Such women be friends <br />'Till silent end <br />of secret's keep <br /> <br />And now I know <br />Before I sleep <br />That I possess <br /> <br />A friend indeed. <br />He is she when his touch <br />Is gentle yet effective <br /> <br />Irrespective of his masculine nature. <br />He is mine and yours <br />with a little wine <br /> <br />Then everyone's <br />Under the sun <br /> <br />And the son <br />Of Ireshire can see <br /> <br />Something that no one <br />Yet can say <br />From june 'till next may..... <br /> <br />He is no fool <br />No father neither is he <br />not even to me. <br /> <br />Wait, now I see <br />A pillar of salt <br />A pillar of pain. <br /> <br />I'm willing to die <br />Or cry or try <br /> <br />Anything so that <br />Our friendship will remain.<br /><br />Nkululeko Mdudu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-pillar-of-friendship/
