Sunday, March 26, 2006

Sycophancy

The dog who gets beat:
Unworthy, tender, and pitiful.
Waiting for that one soft hand,
For the sweet talk, for a name.
Always there to fetch and fall
With pleading, searching eyes.
Begging for crumbs and
Promising with a cower that
The foul the dog will rectify
If only the blows will halt.
No clinking chains needed for
There are choking binds unseen

7 Comments:

Blogger Douglas Cootey said...

You touch old memories, Miss Sphinx. There are friendships in my past where I ran and ran to keep up with them, but they'd always leave me behind. I waited for their approval and got only derision the entire time. Then I grew up, but with sadness instead of happiness where happy childhood memories should have been.

As a parent it is my mission to teach my children that they do not have to accept abusive friendships. They deserve better. Teaching them to believe that is the challenge.

3:57 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

We have traveled the same road and fight the same fight.
SS
:}

4:11 PM  
Blogger Slain said...

niice.

in a twisted, haunting sorta way

8:21 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

twisted?

Actually, it seems unfinished.
endings are a problem

ScarletSphinx

8:40 AM  
Blogger Slain said...

Scarlet ~ ::grins:: twisted is good

endings..the mind has a way of getting in the way of those ::wink::

7:50 PM  
Blogger ScarletSphinx said...

You can say that twice and mean it.
;)

7:03 AM  
Blogger Slain said...

Scarlet ~ heh.

7:26 AM  

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