The Old Friend Poem by Amanda Larsen

I meet the old friend
I never thought I'd see again
And the familiar bitter smell
of feelings rising from the well

I fear the old friend
the other time he made me bend
the other time too close to end
I was, betrayed by my only friend

I hate the old friend
He took away my will for truth
I couldn't do the things I used
He took away my beating youth

I greet the old friend
Familiar feelings coming back
and I remembered things I lack
and I remembered light in black

I love the old friend
the never ending part of me
the darkness through whitch I can see
the lonely soul I'll always be

I am the old friend
I am the darkness in my eyes
I am the butterfly that dies
The sorrow that I can't despise...