author's note: my pet bette died recently, his name was sky and he was beautiful. and this poem is a tribute to him. 😭😭😭
you were just a beta in a bowl of water on my desk.
and i know you think i cared more for my furry pup than your scaley fin.
but i cared for you too, it just slipped my mind because i was too busy with my life.
i forgot that you were a fragile betta sensitive to the temeratures.
so when the summer came, you grew weaker day by day.
but i was too preoccupied to notice it.
i am sorry i didnt change you waters every week.
i am sorry that i never fed you regularly,
i am sorry i never saw how the sun drank up all your water.
was it hard to breath?
did you feel trapped?
were you clastrophobic?
did you feel yourself losing all the strength?
I am sorry that a sorry doesn't solve all my issues.
But for the next betta I will get in this life,
I promise to shower it with love and care.
YOU ARE READING
things the moon whispered by the shore
Poetry" the stars are the agony of a broken moon." this book is a collection of my best poems and thoughts from my personal 'thoughts and poetry' series. hope you all enjoy.
