Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Disillusioned Friendship

Once, there was a time
When I didn't know what friendship was
Or what it meant to be a friend

I believed that people are inherently good
That all treat all with a steadfast permanence of character
Governed by the laws of the golden rule

I believed that being a friend meant
Give all and take nothing;
Let others take and take

I learned, unfortunately, once,
That when people are allowed to take and take,
Eventually the abundant well of my will dries and cracks

Leaving me crawling, dry mouthed and shriveled
To die in someone's greedy hot thirst
That relentlessly takes and takes.

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