Useless

A poem for a dog I rescued from getting killed in the streets and after trying to find her a home and failing I finally had to let her go to a rescue. I could no longer help hertherefore I am useless.

My heart breaks my back hurts
I am useless
She is puzzled
and I am useless
I can't help her
but she does not know
What hurts is my soul it is empty now
and with my heart in hand falling into pieces
I pray and hope for the best of her days
The sadness and remorse of me losing her
Wishing for a different end a change of outcome but reality is life is not a happy movie
it mostly never ends with a smile rather than a deep nostalgia that you keep inside for it to break everything inside and either the pain rushes you to get back up or throws you down into a much deeper hole than the one you were in before.

Author's Note

This scarred me and I don't wish this to anyone it is hard to see dogs in the street so I am starting a program to stop dogs from being in the streets of LA read more about it at http://www.gofundme.com/j5ahb4