I've always been your spare friend
The one you came running to,
Whining and yelping, like a kicked dog,
When you had no one else.
And I was too kind,
to turn away your pain.
So I took your hand, and I listened.
I wiped away your tears,
And hoped, that you, at least, would see me.
But you never cared.
You went away as soon as your wounds closed,
Back to those who abused you,
You were overjoyed too,
When they finally threw you a bone.
You kicked me in the dust, together.
Like a spare tyre kept in the car,
You had no use for me,
Now that your pain was hidden again.
I never came after you.
I saw what you were.
And I was powerful enough,
To nurse my own hurts and wounds.
I have no need,
of a spare friend like you.
YOU ARE READING
Songs of Silence
PoetryReading a poem touches something in us. Something far deeper than the loud, fickle mind, which quickly hates or applauds and then forgets. It touches the very soul of our being, that silent part of us, that can truly feel, without judgement or opini...
