Aug 30, 2006 14:00
Pacing, panting, panicking, pacing, shaking, twitching, pondering;
moments I should be most strong are when thoughts pierce the armor.
One long ride to the vet awaits and a decision to be made;
in moments a volume to my life's saga might abruptly end.
I've come to terms with the decision I might have to choose;
but that surely does not make the decision any easier.
Words cannot describe the void filling my inside;
demons are devouring chunks of my soul.
There is nothing anyone can say or do to make me feel better;
however, I know you're all there willing to support and love.