Jun 06
poem 0 comments challenge: Junk


They say you are broken and hurting so you must go
They are right
Your skin is wrinkly and old
You are always shaking
You can no longer see and so I guide you to the dish
to eat
You will not eat
They say that that is okay
Maybe if I hold you close than I will give my life to you
I will strengthen your bones and your bark will be young again
Maybe if I hold you close than I can breathe life as I whisper in your ears
I will grow back your fur and undig your grave
But it does not work
You do not run back into my arms
You lay there still as I whisper that you were the best boy
Stroking your fur
I sit there until the last breath leaves you
I sit there broken and hurting