Animal, Animal, Animal!
Eight, perhaps none
All turning around
All coiling around
No chance for explanation
No excuses for you
It would all be a lie
Never to see your face
Hearing your voice won’t be an issue
No more jokes I’ll never hear
Crippling awareness is futile
whilst the resistance cannot resist.
One long tell of lie after lie
bringing trauma and loss
My head is dead
You changed my mind.
Animal, Animal. Oh animal.
You were the ones for me
You knew better
Fields would be a fine place for you.
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Author:
Jade Moore (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Todayβs poem is less related to physical loss/death and more focused on to my personal loss of a large friend group who decided to turn against me. I donβt know why. In my poems, I hope to share my thoughts and feelings on my personal experiences. This only happened recently, but no, Iβm not so sensitive about it. I know better. I am the better person in this situation.
- Category: Sad
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