How do you talk to the friend
who’s company you may not have
in a day or in a week
if the demons have their say?

communication is not lost
a desire to share the world
instead the cause is forgot
as the chasm opens up

by a gesture or a word
the feather falls on the camel’s back
a thousand fiends have their day
the harvest gained as bones crack

breaking what stood so tall
buffeted by many storms
now reduced to longing thoughts
the mighty tree has finally snapped

the contract that most embrace
assuming life will remain
is revealed as a lie
when the disease is a crime

until that time the die’s not cast
in a world of many paths
communicate in good faith
before a heart finally fails.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190525.