I keep it.

i saw it

roaming around 

the streets,

covered in bruises

beat up

scared 

but as i walked nearer,

it recoiled

like a frightened hound

it sneered at me

but i did not recoiled

instead i moved forward

patted its cheeks

smiling, 

looking in its familiar eyes

i embraced it

and it accepted it,

hungrily...

from that day i kept it,

keep it in my room, take care of it

and 

I named it

"my life"

 

Author's Note

-Conie:D

Reviews

[zainul]

Wonderful write

[AsTheKissIgnites]

thank you :)

[zainul]

You are most welcome :)

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

The poet has taken the reins of their own life.......Control has been returned. Excellent!

[AsTheKissIgnites]

thank you

-conie