anthology of sadness and other stuff

by ponyartist

Going For A Walk

The Long Walk

Big Mac walked
along a path he knew all too well
and with every step
he felt his hooves sink deeper into the mud
just as his heart sank deeper into his chest
while mocking
birds sang their songs
as rain beats against his fur
like razor blades
that mask his tears
as he reached his destination
where he placed a bouquet of
of white hyacinth
aster
and aloe
before two graves
that leaves him anesthetized
so he picks away the wolf’s bane
and leaves without a word
because none need to be spoken.