The loss of friend
Is overbearing,
Is
Overwhelming
The loss of my dog-
is...
just the same.
Knowing death,
And accepting death;
Are annoyingly,
Two very different
And hard things to do.
The loss of a life is...
astonishing
To say the least.
To say the most-
I'd have to accept death,
And I still can't accept the fact my dog is gone
Fear is a dangerous thing.
But it motivates like hell
Just
Sometimes
Not quick enough to make a difference.
There's nothing I can tell myself.
No poem I could write.
No philosophical answer.
To make this better than it is.
This is about as bad as it gets.
We'll see if I make it out.
If I WANT to make it out.