The death of a friendship.

No one died, but plenty we're hurt.
Why does it feel so wrong when the bridges are burnt?

Is it because when friends we used to cherish, the ones we used to hold,
suddenly become hellish and cold?

When they become silent, refuse to talk,
Is it really a surprise, the different paths we walk?

It's not wrong to feel angry and betrayed.
When those who brought joy, turns to dismay.

People change and grow with time.
So why are we quick to mis-judge, when the mistakes of their past is all that's in our mind?

To think less of someone based only on that,
Seems cruel when they seek redemption, only to be walked on like a mat.

Honesty, respect, forgiveness and love.
These are the traits that should be held above.

Maybe then no one will be hurt,
Because then the bridges won't be burnt.

If we can open our hearts, with our heads held high.
Only then, will less friendships, die.

Artist's note: Keeping in the theme of Halloween I thought it was appropriate to make a small vent art of something that happened last month....However, this is also paying tribute to those whom have still been my friends for years, for letting me be me and getting to know me. They are a blessing and angels in their own rights.....All I can say to them is.....thank you for being there for me.