Some how it got into my room
I found it, and it was, naturally, trapped.
It was nothing more than a frightened animal.
Since than I raised it up.
I kept it for myself, kept it in my room,
Kept if for its own good.
I named the animal my life.
I found food for it and fed it with my bare hands.
I let it into my bed, let it breathe in my sleep.
And the animal, in my love, my constant care,
Grew up to be strong, and capable of my Clever tricks.
One day, quite recently,
I was running my hand over the animals side
And I came to understand
That it could kill me.
I realized, further, that it would kill me.
This is why it exists, why I raised it.
Since then I have not known what to do.
I stopped feeding it,
Only to find that it's growth
has nothing to do with food.
I stopped cleaning it
And found out that it cleans itself.
I stopped singing it to sleep
And found that it falls asleep faster without my song.
I don't know what to do.
I no longer make My Life do tricks.
I have the animal alone
And, for now, it leaves me alone too.
I have nothing to say, nothing to do.
between My Life and Me,
A silence is coming.
Together we will not get through this. |
Submission Name: My Life
