Angel E. Broberg

Hey, Pet - Poem by Angel E. Broberg

Soft caresses on my forearm
bring me to my knees
Soft purrs, gentle whispers
My heart beats loud but steady
to the beat
of my own drummer
That’s why I lost him,
cut him off, out of my life
First I, now you
Bleeding inwardly
First you, now I

Took centuries to realize
that such pets are hard to find
None so devoted
as puppies in love
With soft caresses, stroking their
shiny fur
Forever lost in a moment
that won’t ever return
In my own whimsical way
I strayed from the path
I was supposed to take
Everyone wanted me to, expected me to take
But I didn’t want to
Only to end up in the outskirts
of a wintery land
Reminiscent of the nightmares
I used to have before this independent
puppy became a pet
An accessory; pretty but devoid
of truth and beauty

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 1, 2013

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