Your anguish

Your anguish wasn't seen till now -
When our unconcern and hate bow
It to a rough and painful burst,
By each one's little rancor nursed.
You couldn't hold it anymore,
Your heart got worn and mind got sore,
You barely lived - and no one cared -
Yet each one cares since it have flared
And each's attention is now paid -
Yet not to heal, they seek to bait
You, "such a wrong insane fiend",
And curse the vice with which they're teemed!
And blame Your needy cornered state,
The result of their blind hate
And dumb unconcern that just drains
You, adding salt into Your pains
And putting You in heavier chains! -
This is how You are getting aid!
  O, I do hope I'm not too late -
  The salt deep in Your heart of lead
  I sense and wish to give You sweet
  Of fellow's understanding soul -
  Let's sit down here to hide from all.





To my bosom fiend


Your anguish wasn't seen till now -
When their unconcern, hate bent low
It to this truly monstrous burst,
By each one's secret rancor nursed...
You couldn't hold it anymore,
Your heart got worn and left mind sore:
You barely lived - and no one cared!
Yet each one cares since it have flared,
Now every "friend's" attention's paid-
Yet not to heal, they seek to bait
You, "such a trueborn vile fiend",
And curse the vice that from them stemmed!
They blame your needy, cornered state,
The result of their own blind hate
And dumb unconcern that just drains
You, adding salt into your pains,
And putting you in heavier chains! -
This is how you are getting aid!
  O, I do hope I'm not too late -
   The salt deep in your heart of lead
   I sense and wish to give the sweet
  Of fellow's understanding soul -
  Let's sit down here to hide from all -
  Be by our frendship from hate freed!

-Mikhail Frizen