Fiend or Foe?

I know a bunch of fiends
and bang, they’re on it…..
like a pack of vultures with one mind…
Because I left, and they don’t understand it
They swoop down upon me
to see what they can find….

Pick the bones….
gleaning information
any little tidbit here and there
picking up the pieces
I try to struggle forward
but someone’s always lurking on the stair…

Shame it has to be this way
It means I have to hide
because it’s not my nature for me to be unkind
Picking up the pieces
I try to struggle forward
hoping to avoid their beady eyes.

Fiend or Foe?

littlestmonkey

Stoke-on-Trent, United Kingdom

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A poem about some so called friends, who seem to care only for what they can glean from my situation, and not for my welfare.

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