Too Many Dead Dogs

It shouldn't be bothering me this much

I'm considered a grown man to most people

but damn

My synapses are imploding

It's not heartache

and soul crushing is too

dramatic

It's odd

I leave home 

to strike out on my own

to gain a new perspective

and to learn

I feel alienated

I always do

but I can pull through

that's what I do

Is the universe sending signs though 

that within weeks

your dog convulses 

chokes on its tongue 

and dies

It's miniscule

I don't need to read to much into this

It seems this whole year has been like that though

The bands you listen to in High School break up

Your heroes die

classmates as well

It seems when I decided I needed a change 

everything about where I was dissapated 

So I can't fall back

There isn't a safety net

I'm okay with it

You need to be

but 

why did have to be that damn dog.

Comments

ColinJVitro22

Sorry this is less of a poem and more of a juvenile prose piece. 

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