The Three Friends

Anxiety, Fear and Sadness

“I am sick to my soul

With a disease called—Thought.”

-David Jones

My three close friends woke me up before it was dawn one day,

'Anxiety' went on about everything that wouldn't be okay,

'Sadness' drawed the curtains, the darkness spreading out,

'Fear' lay on the ground, nodding to the messy doubt.

I got up and out of bed to look for this other friend,

Who'd left me all alone like I needed to be mend,

‘Joy' was her name I think,

The fourth chair was hers but now it is nothing but a weak link.

That night, I was sprawled across the hall,

With nothing but tears left to fall,

And nobody was there to hug me tight,

I'd pushed them away with the light.

That's when I'd befriended these three,

They'd told me they had always been here and would never flee,

I just hid them in a corner somewhere,

And never let them interfere.

But, Fear told me to just stay in today,

Because I could get hit by a bus far away,

Sadness said I should go; but to not forget I was hated by all,

Anxiety was like the child who kept growing tall.

So, I pretended to or maybe I was sick,

I heard the clock go tick-tick,

I snuggled the bear who didn't know of my plight,

As I started at the screen although it didn't feel right.

The dawn turned to dusk,

I had blown away like the husk,

Without anyone ever knowing I was here,

The three friends I admire are perhaps the only ones who care.

~Mortal Morph

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Thank you for reading!

This piece is written from a perspective where negative emotions take a hang of you in a way that you start thinking they're your friends because atleast they have been constants in your life.

There are obviously people who care about us all but somedays, that tends to feel like a lie and I’l glad I could capture it into words.