sillygirl

Newt

I once had a gecko,

And I called him Newt.

He was my first real pet,

He was small, green with brown spots,

Innocent and harmless.

He lived in his tank, among rocks and water.

But one day, he disappeared.

“Maybe he’s sleeping, or hiding right now.”

My mother had an explanation for everything,

Although I knew better.

After the next few days, we concluded he had died, or escaped,

But there was no indication of either.

He was just, gone.

We began cleaning out his tank,

Picking up the rocks and draining the water.

And that’s when we found him,

Stuck in the corner, decomposing and rotting.

Even though we don’t know what killed him,

I was sure it was starvation.

Newt died alone, scared, and stubborn.

I cried that night,

If I had searched harder,

If I had found him,

I would’ve been able to save him,

Before it was too late.

So do you understand now?

Why I’m so afraid of losing you?

  • Author: sillygirl (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 2nd, 2019 00:04
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is based on a story my best friend told me in a rare moment of affection and openness.
  • Category: Friendship
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  • dusk arising

    OMG what is it you are keeping now then? Is it big? What does it eat. Is it friendly and sociable..... or does it bite?

    Scary stuff.

  • ANGELA & BRIAN

    Thanks *SG* for another excellent Poem and again with a sting in the tail ! Thanks for bring my Friend ! When we are Young we have pets to teach us about Live & Death and also about LOVING another BEING : very important ! Sorry you NEWT (cute creatures !) met an untimely end it taught you an important lesson *Seek & You shall find*

    Blessings & Peace
    Yours ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡



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