Friends

This is about helping close friends, and the effects it has on people.

I have a friend who has said

She would rather be dead

Than be in constant dread

I have a friend who has said

They worry and stress

But, only for their friends

I have a friend who has said

They are anything but gallant

And they have no talent

They all need a Combatant

In their struggle against the world

I showed up when they hadn't

A clue, just being swirled

Just being twirled and whirled

I know they need an accelerant

An urge to be unfurled

None of them seem Apparent

They just live in the Real-world

We all are descendants

Of someone who was hurled

Through this life

Unexpected outcome

Some friends take the knife

All they say is “How come

I can't be happy”

To that I exclaim

“Just gotta be scrappy

Ready to take a beating”

“Just gotta be sappy

Ready to be greeting

Those who stroll in flashy

The ones treating

You so crappy.”

I scream

“Place the blame on the a******s who earned it.

Pin the crime on the b******s who commited.”

Don't take the fall

Don't take the blame

You let them crawl

Let them bear the shame.”

Reviews

[Wyrn Tiger]

wow. strong words that hold the poem to higher standerds. youve use them in the right fasion and not in a random and unnecessary way.

[M. E. Lee]

I feel like this has taken such a dramatic turn towards the end. It was in constant crescendo and you finished it on the same note.

[KokoaKatt]

I definitely agree with that. There definitely was an anger building up for you in this poem, but it really shows how much you care for your friends. The rhyming was good, but I think some of the phrasings could be tweaked a little to help it flow a little better. Ive said this about another one of your poems before, but it almost seem like these could be the lyrics to a song, or a rap. You really do have a talent of expression through words. Keep up the good work!