justin humphires
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I wrote this for my rat who died recently...
To see the lifeless corpse of something that loved and cared for is a disturbing thing
may it be large or small
human or vermin
it still felt pain
it still felt love
it still had life
life without it... is strange
life without it... is cold
all I can do now is sleep
dream of better days...
when it was there
always there
something for me to care...
I miss it already
but its gone nothing will bring it back
yet life lives on
This poem was pure emotion nothing else I didn't bother to fix it up just so that I could see the raw feeling behind it
To see the lifeless corpse of something that loved and cared for is a disturbing thing
may it be large or small
human or vermin
it still felt pain
it still felt love
it still had life
life without it... is strange
life without it... is cold
all I can do now is sleep
dream of better days...
when it was there
always there
something for me to care...
I miss it already
but its gone nothing will bring it back
yet life lives on
This poem was pure emotion nothing else I didn't bother to fix it up just so that I could see the raw feeling behind it