Nathan Leccese Poet Rhyme

Life of Strife

I have a friend,
 	who’s name I won’t lend.
She is a wife,
 	with a life of strife.
Her husband rules
 	as he sits and drools.
A trophy is she, 
 	for him you see.
You cannot look, 
 	or he flies off the hook.
He controls her life,
	plays mind games on his wife.
Breaks her down,
	till she hits the ground.
Then fills her head,
	with his plans instead.
Sometimes she doesn’t see,
	the pain it deals to me.
I try to help her,
	with her mind a blur.

        But…

The damage is done,
	my help has been none.
I’m lost at sea,
	can you hear my plea.
She stands on the bank,
	as her husband pulls rank.

By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 05/19/09

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James Fraser May 22, 2009 at 8:42 AM Another clever piece Nathan, Poetry Soup has been graced with a quite amazing poet, the way you lay out your poems is marvellous, James

Brandy Megens May 20, 2009 at 7:30 AM well unfortunatly i been in this situation before young and nieve love makes us endure awful things at times im sorry she had to go through this thanks for the inspirational comment

Raul Moreno May 19, 2009 at 11:56 PM Totally love the structure. It's hard to sit and gaze at someone in dire need of help. It seems no matter what we do, it doesn't help and it drains our caring emotions. I hope things get better for your friend, maybe she should see your poem, so she could ingest it from your perspective...Raul