Help from a friend

by Mark

I’ve see bad days,
And good days.
Dwelled  on unknowns
which spun my brain
a slightly  raw over-
easy. Enough questions
without answers
for short bits of
stubborn  depression.

Then i  met a friend.
So sweet and
simple 
words flew
like flea market
Toys. Jokes sandwiched
with love seasoned  slaps
carrying  charges of anger
and passionate cries 
qwelled by
Hugs.

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