Poetry, Art, Life

My beloved cat, shortly before his death. He couldn’t stand to have live plants around, unless he was given free rein to eat them. By the time he was done, these flowers were nothing more then forgotten stalks.

Cujo

It’s raining on Valentine’s day
My heart lies breaking
True love’s bliss flying away
No matter the love
I poured with my soul
The pitcher overflows
But the cup has a hole
No patchwork could repair
What was cracked
Lays shattered
My heart lies broken
And the rain comes down
On the parade I thought to have

Pain tears me up inside
So strong I can’t even describe
It eats at me from the inside out
And brings a head to all my doubts
Everything I want in life
I see drifting along like a piece of spice
It dangles itself before
Opens its mouth
And with its mocking words
Gives a harsh face to all my fears
“Nothing deserved
Nothing given
The emptiness in you
Is the only thing living
You reap what you sow
And gain through belief
But nothing you’ve done
Deserves such relief.”
A taunt of disbelief
That I will ever reach
Goals in my life that laugh at me
For even thinking I can dream
And anything in life
Will ever come to me