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Poetic Catharsis part Trois

At What Price?

Caught in the crossfire
of senseless antipathy –
collateral damage in
some foolish game.

There’s something wrong here
but it never touches you.
Don’t you get tired of
dishing out blame?

You're wielding your words
and setting up boundaries.
Expecting us all to
follow your cause.

Do you see how your words
have affected those near to you?
Can you see how your judgment
has given us pause?

You long for the spotlight
the center of attention.
But sometimes those bright lights
show more than you'd care.

We're glimpsing a side that
you've kept deep inside of you.
Could you turn your view inward,
would you even dare?

We're not immune to
heartbreak and suffering.
We just don’t use it
for personal gain.

You accuse us of things
you, yourself are guilty of.
Should the price of friendship
include this much pain?

You choose to ignore us
when we try to talk to you –
to tell you the story
from our point of view.

Things might be better
if you could just listen.
Do words have more meaning
when they're spoken by you?

Friendship's not measured
in terms of longevity.
It requires no currency
it garners no due.

Friendship’s the one thing
that should be shared freely.
It asks for no payment
why do we owe you?

It seems that your life is
all about what you get.
You’re only interested
when things are fun.

There'll come a day when
this all catches up to you.
A day when you ask yourself
what have I done?

It’s more than likely that
no one will answer you.
Save for those few who
subscribe to your ways.

The rest won’t be willing
to provide reparation
to your hurtful agenda.
Do you still think it pays?




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Jul. 25th, 2007 01:52 pm (UTC)
Thanks, and you are so right about how quickly things can turn. We've known this person for close to twenty five years and, although she wasn't always on her best behavior, recent events have shown me and a good number of my real friends her true colors. I've gone through the greif and the anger - I've put it on the page - and I am ready to move on.
Jul. 25th, 2007 04:33 pm (UTC)
It's wonderfully cathartic to get it out, isn't it?

Lovely flow here btw...
Jul. 25th, 2007 05:18 pm (UTC)
Thanks, and yes writing poetry has always been my coping mechanism. I thank my lucky stars for that as it could easily have been something less positive. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Jul. 25th, 2007 08:44 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I just don't write poetry as much as I used to... I've got a binder around here somewhere with the bulk of my poetry in it. Typed up, it fills up a half inch binder, if memory serves correctly...Or maybe it's an inch binder, I've forgotten. And there's been more randomly interspersed through the years since...
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