Mary stepped away for a bit this week and left me with the fun of finding the poem of the week. It didn't take me very long to stumble upon this little gem.
I called you friend
For so long~
Best often
Fronted the word.
We had an understanding
That no matter what~
No matter who~
We would stand
Back to back
And take on the
Marauding Hordes.
There was little truth
To our arrangement.
You wanted.
You needed.
You took.
I gave.
I did.
I gave.
I did.
I said “no more”
One day.
You said to
Fuck off.
I did,
Wondering
What I did
To
Lose
Your
Your
Friendship.
My need for closeness
Outweighed my sense
Of self preservation.
You ran the well dry
Then moved the pump.
Another source to
Feed
Your Needs.
I stood alone
Against the
Marauding Hordes,
Of which you were one.
I found this to be a truthfully elegant read. We all have experienced what the poem above describes at one point or another in our lives, a friend who is not so much a friend. I love the word flow and particularly the two stanzas prior to the last one. Short but very powerful if you ask me.
You ran the well dry
Then moved the pump.
Another source to
Feed
Your Needs.
If you liked this poem as much as I did you may want to run over to U Keep Walking Foward's self titled site where I am sure you will find a whole slew of wonderful poems and posts.
