Poetry

Dog Days

I don't know if it will be of much comfort to you,
But I was with him when he died.
I softly stroked his fur and told him, "It'll be okay. It'll be okay."

By then, the car with the cowardly driver was miles down the road.
And as the creature with the blood-matted fur took his last breath, I wept.
Then three strangers brought together by the horror of the moment
Bent and gently covered him with a blanket.

This day is one I will always remember...


						A piano ... should never be allowed to get dusty.

Dog Days I don't know if it will be of much comfort to you, But I was with him when he died. I softly stroked his fur and told him, "It'll be okay. It'll be okay." By then, the car with the cowardly driver was miles down the road. And as the creature with the blood-matted fur took his last breath, I wept. Then three strangers brought together by the horror of the moment Bent and gently covered him with a blanket. This day is one I will always remember...						The Demons Are Still There The demons are still there After all these years They'd have me re-visit The darkest place I have ever known Where there is no sleep Nor peace I can not shake them Or lose them over time And do not understand what I have done To deserve this curse
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