December Takes The Soul From Me
She is gone
now I'm all alone
all that is left
are pictures
and painful memories
of those last few moments
some jolly old vet
with false personality
'two hypodermic needles:
one to sleep,
the other to forever dream
all in 10 minutes time
Now not to seem crass,
but there are forms to sign
cards to charge
take your time
say goodbye'
Cold on a thread bare rug
while in the hallway
some cat is having a field day
the wails and the screaming
a pain in this chest
such emptiness seizes me
to return home
these eyes surely won't cry
Yet these tears drain me
and can't explain or see
why a mercy killing
is better than suffering?
December takes the soul
from me...
mathiasthom
written 12/20/10
RIP Zephy
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