Been sitting here thinking about friends. A very long time ago I had tons of friends. Some good and some bad. I still kept everyone as friends. One day I was in a really bad spot and on a train from Colorado to Utah, and I wrote this poem that I titled “AIDS” and was about my friends mostly that were bad ones.Love does blind the heart and soul…But a more true destroyer of love is hate…It tears you from your closest friends.It's like a fire, sucking you into its deadly eternal flames.Love is the one emotion I prefer.The one person you truly love,You might not ever see again.Pain is the only emotion I see and feel now. Oh!! will this pain and emptiness ever find peace again?For now I must waite for death to come knocking on my door.I need to accept my fate and me alone.My soul has many sides…Some as dreary as ash floating down a well.Why is this disease like this you ask?Why is one of the things that is Experienced through this ordeal.It is quiet and dull as you can see.Death wont you come look for me?This shell of a body is worn out, and getting tired of the pain and sickness.People are afraid of me and I want to go.by Mike V Simpson-RogersThat was the point in my life when I asked for someone to come into my life, someone that would be my best friend in good times, and bad. The other friends that stab you in the back when they have a chance are no longer in my life. I have such a small circle of friends that I can count them on one hand. But those true friends are like gold. They must be held close to your heart. It is always hard for me when I loose a friend. But, at the right time I shall find another. Friends are out there just talk to people. And if they can't handle whats in your(my) life then Astalavista Baby!!! Going thru one of those break-ups now, and it definitely a mourning process. I got the book out I got published in and read the poem. Made me grateful for what I have got now seeing where I was many moons ago…..