This is a random little poem I came up with that I thought I could share with some people. It's not all that good, since I didn't really do much editing on it.
It's called "Mourning."
I often find I'm quite similar to a mother without her child.
I mourn her loss each and every day,
most episodes I have are never mild.
"It's just an animal, why care so much?" you say,
but you'll never truly understand how I felt that day.
I envy those who are capable of saving their child,
for I was unable to save my own.
The hatred I know is unjustifiable,
but I can't help but feel that he's one who is liable.
Watching her eyes slowly fall shut, all I felt was pure horror.
Pits of dread and sorrow swirled in my core,
for it all came crashing down once I came to the realization she was truly dying.
Lying on that bed, I desperately tried convincing myself she was merely sleeping.
But I knew that wasn't the case, for my heart had already begun weeping.
My mind was a multitude of confusion.
Anguish, numbness, heartbreak, I felt it all.
Taking her to that place had brought about feelings of disillusion.
Now, as that morning continues to play over and over in my mind, I only move closer to the edge of the fall.