MY FRIEND BY SABREMAN CARTER I spent the night with him, We didn't do anything much, Apart from played music, Drank and smoked And yes that night, I shared his bed, In the morning I would forget the night before And get on with living my life with a friend Who I had known as if forever Now the world and its mother, would all think that I was gay, Because I loved my friend, and I spent the night with him, I was young, single and lonely, we both were, And yes that was a life time away In a past that I wanted and longed to forget, But the past is always there with you, My friend died of Aids, Lonely and sad, And I looked back at the past with sadness and hurt. And No I am not gay. But those thoughts still haunt my memory, My past, is like a two edged sword, One that I can’t escape from, What happened to my Friend? Could so easily have happened to me. By Sabreman Carter Jan 17th 2011 Forward Poetry National Poetry 2013 Competition Awakened Minds A Poetry Collection SB ISBN 978-1-84418-665-5
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