Author: Dreamer Thinker PM
An empty room with an empty cradle,/ My empty chest drenched in hopeless tears,/ So many undone things, untold fairytales,/ God, you have no heart, it's so very clear. *Sonnet written in pentameter*Rated: Fiction T - English - Family/Tragedy - Words: 132 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-24-12 - Status: Complete - id: 2991510
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An empty room with an empty cradle,
My empty chest drenched in hopeless tears,
So many undone things, untold fairytales,
God, you have no heart, it's so very clear.
You killed my little cat, but why? Oh why?
What had my innocent baby done wrong?
Or was it just to watch me hurt and cry?
Was I lately being too happy, too strong?
Now the house feels like a dying mirage.
All thanks to you, God, or heartless monster.
Thank you so much for playing sabotage.
It feels like my world is drifting so far.
And wow, God, you're so damn unfair.
Empty, I don't believe that you care.
A/N: This is my seventh cat that died in a year. Or fourth in two months. Thank you God.