Marauding Hordes

I called you friend

For so long~

Best often

Fronted the word.


We had an understanding

That no matter what~

No matter who~

We would stand

Back to back

And take on the

Marauding Hordes.


There was little truth

To our arrangement.

You wanted.

You needed.

You took.

I gave.

I did.

I gave.

I did.

I said “no more”

One day.

You said to

Fuck off.

I did,


What I did





My need for closeness

Outweighed my sense

Of self preservation.


You ran the well dry

Then moved the pump.


Another source to


Your Needs.


I stood alone

Against the

Marauding Hordes,

Of which you were one.


About ~Drew

I am a survivor of childhood torture. Each day, I put one foot in front of the other, moving forward. To do any less would spell my own destruction. My music/poetry/prose deal with the devastating effect of this kind of abuse on a human being: me. My experiences/thoughts/ideas/misconceptions are exposed here for all to see. Here. I am lain bare, naked, hidden only be the cloak of anonymity.
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2 Responses to Marauding Hordes

  1. Laura Maria says:

    Thanks for sharing this. I can so relate to your words as they have been my own feelings.

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