Touching your wet nose feeling your fur I think I doubt and I wonder.I think about you.
"How do you feel"?
"Is it silly for one to care"?
You don't answer you stare.
But still your eyes tell me all.
And as I pat your small head stroking your back I think deeper doubting
these letters
And a voice in my head
puts the chaos to sleep
You know that things will get better
It says.
To live is a privilege
To worry is a small price to pay.
But again I wonder day after day.
Is there not more than a future that does not fit me so?
Or is it far too late?
Perhaps I'll never know
But here you are on my lap listening to my thoughts
so still you lay an obedient dog
I envy the fog
So dormant in your mind
I hope it never lifts
You don't deserve to realize such a reality
Sometimes knowing is not a gift
So lay here
Do not worry one bit about another day
I will tell you a lie that is often told
a lie so welcomed and great.
A lie so old
a lie that chases your fears away
As I stroke your fur once more I stare straight ahead tears so tempting
"Eveything will be okay".
Author's note:I personally think this poem is crap i'm gonna have to warm up to it to truly appreciate it as the person who wrote it in the first place but I said what I had to say and I believe that's what matters so oh well lol.Once again thank you for reading:)
