Feeding the cat.A Poem by openmindI'm vegan, and in a moment of feeding my cat pieces of chicken, feeling conflicted, I found inspiration to write this.If only to know that it's death was swift, I would take on what it is to offer another, In your purest heart you do only what you know, In my clearest eyes I see all of what you do, It's a curse on mankind, to see all that we are, If only blinders on our minds could be innocent and clean, But we know what we do, and how our choices intervene, Souls are beyond measure in every affect we can conjure, we haven't begun to unravel the fabrics of their mystique, Yet we destroy them unknowing to what they may become when left in our wake, For you it's sustenance to carry forth, For us there's larger games at play, Whether it pride, fulfillment, pleasure, or dismay, These depths concoct a certain sense of darkness, Something sinister lay at the bottom of our perception, To know we cannot neglect for long that these emotions go beyond what is instinct, Now or then is irrelevant, to reap what you sow is to eventually take it all into account, Placing our own life against another on a scale to distinguish which is worthy, Proves only that they were always one in the same to begin with, Isn't it satirical that only then we present the question of whether taking life is necessary, If we could both move forward without one dead and buried, Though I know I need only the life from the roots, You decide what you need, who am I to choose for you, If it's meat carried about by a soul that you can not see, Let it bleed for you with your whole mind at peace, But just because I cant change the cruelty of your nature, doesn't mean I cant aid those who must fall to their abyss Let me take it's soul, quickly wisp it away As not to let you drag it out and continue it's pain, Perhaps all my contemplation is simply in vein But to overlook any one whole life, Would simply drive me insane.
© 2017 openmindAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthoropenmindsalem, NHAbout21 year old child. Trying to make sense of the world. Writing is my way of explaining those emotions that typically evade our articulation. more..Writing
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