To Help a Treasured Friend
Conflict was in turmoil at the thought
of what he'd done.
And the walls were quickly closing...
so he was forced to run.
Danger lurked at every turn
to threaten his existence.
His only choice was to phone his friends
and beg for their assistance.
'I've got real problems,' Conflict pleads
in a voice beset by craze.
'I need your help... I'm very tired
and haven't slept in days.'
His friend replied, 'Do not worry,
we will keep you safe from harm.
I will gather all our treasured friends
and meet you at the farm.'
Conflict walked... then hitched a ride
and met his friends that night.
Where the synonyms had quietly gathered
to talk of Conflict's plight.
His friends were deep in horror
when told the monstrous deed.
But Conflict was a treasured Chum...
On this they all agreed.
He felt a little better knowing
he may yet survive the day.
With their help and a little luck,
he may not end up as prey.
'We should help Conflict fight to win.'
And Hysteria mixed with Terror
nodded quietly with both their chins.
'What should we do?' Anger raged.
'Should Conflict stay or flee?'
While Fear was breeding Chaos...
which no one paid to see.
Anxiety was rather nervous
at the thought of Conflict's pain.
But it was Struggle paired with Trepidation
who really felt the strain.
Paranoia started yelling,
'There's someone on the path.'
While Depression quietly wallowed,
'Now we'll feel all of Danger's wrath.'
The synonyms were in a panic
as Crisis hit the floor.
And all looked on in tortured fright
knowing Danger's at the door.
'Oh no. They have found me,'
cried poor Conflict in distress.
Disaster yelled, 'We'll bar the door
and give them no access.'
'Slip out the back and we'll hold them off,'
said Anguish in despair.
While Tragedy grabbed Conflict's arm
and dragged him down the stairs.
Out the back and into the night,
Conflict met with Strife.
'Take my car,' he strongly begged.
'It may just save your life.
'I cannot go and leave you here
while Danger's at the door.'
'We''ll be fine... just save yourself,
we can ask for nothing more.'
'Then give my thanks to all my friends,'
said Conflict deep in tears.
I know a house where Trouble lives
and will hide there till it's clear.'
As Conflict drove his eyes welled up...
knowing of their end.
How loyal synonyms are always game...
to save a treasured friend.
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Copyright © David McHattie | Year Posted 2019
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