Remembrance of My Dog
I walked out of the house and it was cold
Went in the car and drove myself to school
Done with homework, I did what I was told.
Left my wallet, felt as I was a fool
Parked and remembered of my pet dogs death
Visioned him lying cold on the white bed
Hard seeing him sniffling all the meth
Saw his eyes roll in the back of his head
Suddenly, I felt broken. Scared. Weak.
Remembered the time he ate his own fish
He will rise at the highest of his peak
Seeing him one last time, my only wish.
I can still feel the pain and my soul break
His joy and happiness is what I take
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