Witching the Stars #29
Updated: Oct 27
Friendship hums with ego stayed,
with competition laid to rest,
with tendency for higher reach
replaced with honest love conveyed.
Friends with hands caught in the pocket,
throttling hands that feign to care -
these are no friends, but opportunists
crushing heads, ego to rocket.
Come not near me, false and craving
my small space to occupy.
But relegate the ego lost,
and by me stand, this fraught world braving.