The Affable Stranger

A poem

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I am unable to know,
if he’s a friend or a foe.

As amiable and helpful as he is,
so malign is his deadly kiss.

His camaraderie has made me glad
yet it is also an affinity too sad.

Never has he comforted my temper
but has always celebrated my laughter.

To prove myself defiant,
I had to confront this giant.

Courage helped me grab his collar,
Mind helped me perceive his power.

I watched him haunt me with terror,
But I did agnize he was just a mirror.

I smiled, cried, tried all to make him happy,
Only to realize all he ever did was copy.

Never did he trouble me again,
instead, he helped me relieve my pain.

I have already warned a few,
let me also tell the same to you.

If you meet him, please be shrewd,
he goes by the name solitude.