Pathetic Lad

About a friend back home, poor guy doesn't seem to notice he's been running in circles for quite some time now.

Why do you waste your thoughts on dreams

Of what you know could never be?

She treats you like a portajohn,

Doesn't notice when you're gone

Unless she needs someone to use

Then like a lamb you allow her abuse.

Take a tip my friend and save some face

From a woman who won't give you grace.

Are you a doormat to be trampled,

Or are you the man who led by example?

You look at your wrists and see silken scarves;

The reality is iron biting into your arms.

You give and you give and you give and you give,

But my friend, I'll be honest,

She doesn't know that you live.

Reviews

[P. L. Sperry]

Sadly, no one takes this advice until it is far too late. I've watched many people in this situation and there's no way to make them see that they are being used. And then they wonder why I have no problems with being single.Then again, the same people seem to get into the same situations again and again so maybe its just the observers who see something wrong with it. I'm just glad to have found a poem that doesn't sound like it should be in some sort of Hallmark card. It was quite enjoyable.

[emmajoy]

Maybe it's a case of reaping what you sow .. if we let certain people do things to us, w're giving them permission to abuse, amuse and the rest. Bout time people stood up and took the rap for living their own lives. Perhaps?

[John Stussy]

Aye, true that. Thanks for the review.

[emmajoy]

Not necessarily true, just my thoughts. Should have added that you write powerful words, make people think, wonder, that's what real writers do.

[John Stussy]

I'm glad to have inspired thought, such is the duty of all artists.

[Carolann Dowsett]

The entrapment of love, the reality is never as our dreams envision. Its powerful in it sad truth. I like it.

[John Stussy]

Aye, that's why it's best to avoid such entrapments haha. Much simpler by far. Thanks for reading my work, I'm glad you enjoyed this piece.

[Carolann Dowsett]

I agree, freedom has its own joys that cant be killed by the cruel 'love' of another.

[justjenn_2u]

You gave yourself your own advice in this piece. The free flow of this poem fits because the emotions are jarred and the words show this. When you write from the heart, you produce honesty which returns respect.

[John Stussy]

It's written about a friend, my own advice for myself can be found quite perfectly at the bottom of a bottle. Thanks for reading my work Jenn, I'm glad you liked this piece.

[Starfruitanimal]

you know what your doing...

[John Stussy]

I'm writing about a friend's foolishness? O.o Thanks for reading this poem.

[Kaylor Mason]

Ya know how many women are like this? Waaaaay too many

[John Stussy]

Very true. Very, very true. >.>

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I love the name of this, and a lot of specific words you use along with it, like lad and lamb and just several ideas that people normally don't think to convey in writing. Very good.

[John Stussy]

Thank you, I'm glad you liked this poem.

[That_Girl]

The guy from yesterday? Sounds like it... and a bloody f*****g mess too. Goooooood use of rhyming capabilities lol so nice..... sigh. ;)

[John Stussy]

Haha, thanks Mistress. I'm glad that the rhyming didn't end up cheapening this piece, was afraid it'd ruin it. Since it came naturally though I'd figured I might as well go with it, utter shite or not.