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 Feb 2017 Lady
Nishat AK
Demise of a sweet friendship

You're still stuck living in pretense

I gave you many chances , for the hope that you'd change


I left you alone a thousand times before
  And again for the very same reason
I'll do the same one more time

Oh only if you could love me a little less as a lover
I would've kept this friendship alive
I saw an old friend today.
She'd aged 30 years
in the few she'd been away.

Her former glow is all but gone,
No spark behind her green eyes.
Little more than skin and bone.

Time takes us all for a ride,
And leaves the marks on us
To check our faith and pride

But the woman I saw was not
A victim of time, no,
Her fate has been hand-wrought

My heart is broken, I fought tears
While she stood there
Recounting addiction that had added those years

I saw an old friend today
That time and ****** have taken away.
She says she's clean,
Trying to get her **** together.
Her face is skeletal,
The track-marks got her arms like leather.
But she says she's better.
It's hard, but she's better.
She just needs a break,
And if the world will let her
A chance to come back,
A chance to start over,
She says she's clean again,
She tells me she loves me,
And that last part is the straw
That breaks my emotional back,
And the pain in my chest
Feels like a heart attack
And I hugged her as if
I'd never see her again.
And begged any God that would listen
To prove me wrong.
I know I'm typically tighter with form and pattern and syllable counts, but this is some emotional work. I'm not even proofreading.  I'm a mess right now.  My little podunk home town is a ****** wasteland and seeing somebody that I love so much looking like death really gave it "a face", so to speak.  Pardon my language, but **** ******, and the people that sell it.  And while we're at it, the doctors that get people hooked on the legal stuff.
 Feb 2017 Lady
Mike Hauser
If you want to know how I spend my time
RC Cola and a Moon Pie
Chewing on a stem of Bahia grass
Just in case you feel the need to ask

Skipping stones across a glass top pond
Blowing wishes from a dandelion off the lawn
Living the country life all inside my head
Before I find there ain't nothing left

Chasing Crawdaddy's in a deep wood stream
Playing hide and seek in a pile of leaves
Cane pole fishing for that elusive Bass
All before Summer's put to bed

Catching Fireflies in their flickering light
Counting all the stars in the skys at night
Stolen Watermelon always tastes the best
That's the part that I'll never confess

Skinny dipping for a living in a mountain lake
Jumping out of planes in a barn of hay
Kids being kids being life fed
Just in case you feel the need to ask
I'm going to try
taking only
one breath at a time,

I'm going to try
taking only
one day at a time.

I'm going to try
to override my anxious heart
and my chaotic mind,

I'm going to try
to be stronger,
and I am going to pray harder
for some relief;
this is what I hope to find!

By Lady R.F ©2017

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