Old Loathéd Friend

• Bianca Meli, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2019

Old loathéd friend, how i rely on thee,
Blow fog over my vision until i might hardly see,
Wrap me in your heavy embrace, warm and constant as the sun
Kiss me with tender icy lips, appreciated by none.

Often but briefly you do leave me
And your constancy replaced by electricity
It might be lonelier without the loneliness
Laughing, madness bubblingoverflowing deliriously

Still I try to no avail
To twist and topple and tame the pixels
Make dispirited black letters do my bidding
But they never will succumb, never speak our tale.

I call you friend, i call you lover,
Call you demon, curse you, though you raised me like a mother
I’ll picnic with thee by the dawn like whilst you strangle me to death
We are tangled roots, intertwined, there may never be another.