Apr 2017
When I was at the age thirteen
I had an imaginary friend
First I thought it was a dream
Some kind of three D hologram
But soon I knew, it was too real
I didn't panic, wasn't scared
My lonely soul was an appeal
To someone who would lead and care
My life was then a battlefield
In outer world and in my brain
So he became that needed shield
To be my rock and keep me sane
We didn't play, we didn't talk
A flash of wonder in his eyes
He looked bemused as if it all
To him was also a surprise
But he stayed always calm and cool
Watching from behind my back
Some good happenings, some cruel
The sun of child's heart doused in black
He wrapped me in a coat of strength
Of energy, I was deprived
I know he was my own mind's wraith
But, god my witness, so alive...
A few years later he was gone
All memories of him were fogged
By that time I was very strong
So I put all "strange" under lock
(That's what he would've done...)
Until one day the seal was broken
And piece by piece, it has come out
One tiny single door flew open
One hidden door that's never shut
A glimpse of hope, a seed of doubt
A horrifying revelation
I wouldn't dare to say out loud
But was it my imagination?...
I had an imaginary friend
First I thought it was a dream
Some kind of three D hologram
But soon I knew, it was too real
I didn't panic, wasn't scared
My lonely soul was an appeal
To someone who would lead and care
My life was then a battlefield
In outer world and in my brain
So he became that needed shield
To be my rock and keep me sane
We didn't play, we didn't talk
A flash of wonder in his eyes
He looked bemused as if it all
To him was also a surprise
But he stayed always calm and cool
Watching from behind my back
Some good happenings, some cruel
The sun of child's heart doused in black
He wrapped me in a coat of strength
Of energy, I was deprived
I know he was my own mind's wraith
But, god my witness, so alive...
A few years later he was gone
All memories of him were fogged
By that time I was very strong
So I put all "strange" under lock
(That's what he would've done...)
Until one day the seal was broken
And piece by piece, it has come out
One tiny single door flew open
One hidden door that's never shut
A glimpse of hope, a seed of doubt
A horrifying revelation
I wouldn't dare to say out loud
But was it my imagination?...
When I was in my early teens, I had an imaginary friend; it's the closest definition I can find for what was happening to me. Usually, he was just watching over me, but at times when a situation in my house became too critical, he came over to take me to his place. There I could feel safe and take a much-needed rest while he was reading, he had a lot of books, or play piano. This lasted for several years, during the hardest time of my life.
