Blessed the beast that does mourn
Nor love or hate, no need to scorn
Who lives without the weight of thought
No memories known no answer sought
But how I wish I was like thee
Not held to hopes and dreams but free.
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Author:
Starman (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this while watching the cat sleep as my marriage was coming to a end.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 31
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Comments1
Good emotive write.
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