For a Friend

I know I'm nobody,
the past is forgotten,
at long last..
the present's not much,
different to me,
it is a mirky mess.

Perceptions have been twisted,
didn't really see it coming,
one's life in a downward spiral,
circumstances mandates helping.

Good intentions pushed away,
ignored and despised,
blocking out all stances,
this is certainly not wise.

Do not forget the reminder,
that was passed from one's last breath,
a full moon hasn't passed,
things were better before he left.

Keep away from the bright lights,
that flash across the night,
keep away from the bottled spirits,
the misdemeanor of rights.

Can't you see the signs?
they are everywhere as they say,
can't you feel the pounding aches,
that torture you in the wake of day.

Listen to these cries,
which think of you constantly,
cleanse the mirky present,
for the future is yet to be.