Friendship

In a dream I was confronted by a man with a knife,
That moment right there was the most tragic of my life.

I bead of sweat ran down the side of my face,
For I knew the man could murder me and leave without trace.

I attempted to hurt him but my foot went right through,
And when he smiled grimly, it was a smile I knew.

The man was boy, who had once been my friend,
A boy who's friendship I had in vain tried to mend.

He was a boy I'd known since nursery and grade one,
And now he was to kill me as if it seemed fun.

Vendetta was the aim in that terrifying dream,
And death was inevitable, at least that was what it seemed.


I opened my eyes on that dark silent night,
And tears ran down my face as I quivered with fright.

The dream was a lie, a twisted mind’s illusion.
But yet  there still I sat full of confusion.

The message revealed was true, It's assured,
for my friendship is poisened and at this time can not be cured.