The tolled bells made my ears bleed.
A spirit like mine,
I shall neglect the constant future woes;
As our souls dance they align.
We sat together on the rug,
Her spirit like mine
Little specks found in her fur,
The ones who don't understand,
Want to draw a line.
We walked along the rocky shore;
They wrapped her neck in a vine,
I heard the days swimming close—
Only nine.
Luna brings me a moon,
It always has a yellow sign,
Turn the strings, release the vine,
“Three more days ‘til sunshine.”
The night had come,
Beasts became divine.
Stipped away, memories dead.
Should I have wasted time?
Today I can’t recall all we shared.
Cones keep me from the bitter pine,
I am grateful for the lessons learnt,
No excuses for the crime.
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Hey, here for a review!!
It is a little confusing, but I'm not saying it's a bad thing necessarily. I think the chaotic fast pace way this moves, intentional or not was actually fitting. It portrayed the fact that you only had the puppy for a short amount of time. To me, it kinda felt like your mind in the situation, if that makes sense.
Hope this helps even if it was obvious.
*Sigh.* I had a puppy once, for about a week. She was brown. My dad made us get rid of her because he said that the neighbors said she was looking hungrily at their chickens. It's a cruel, cruel, world for little puppies like them.
On a lighter note, It's a nice poem. From the poem, was your puppy named Luna? Mine was named Cocoa.
I connected with your poem, it was sweet and sorrowful. Thank You!
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