If I did trip and fall,
Would I have any use to you at all?
If I let my dreams go to rot,
Would I still be the one you sought?
If I had to lie to cover the truth,
Would you see me cowardly and uncouth?
What if my greatest fear was me?
Would you help me run and escape from myself?
Try to see it from my point of view,
I am flawed yet no much different than you.
If I had not been raised to be broken,
With so many words left unspoken,
Maybe I would ghost you like you do me.
How would that feel to you if I was you and you were me?
Please answer my call because I have fallen,
I need to get back on my feet,
I need you to help guide the way,
Because I can feel myself fading away.
About the Creator
Sid Aaron Hirji
Canadian born man who finds literature and science equally fascinating. Trauma bleeds through generations, words heal the hidden scars.
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
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