Sharp

A Poem by Mistylake

A Euthanasia Poem.

Their fear grew sharp like knives,
Blackening, and cutting their minds,
Providing love behind the scenes,
But to others they were not kind,
Every cold autumn night,
They gave hope to those inside,
Who never understood why,
But were to pay a heavy fine,
They said their names with joy,
Listened to the jingling of chains,
They promised as long as they were here,
There would never be pain,
They witnessed their shame,
Blood stains show up too clearly,
Each complaint would not give way,
Since they loved them so dearly,
But then November returned,
And the price of love became bold,
Nobody would take them,
The weight of their faults was too much to hold,
They all shed tears of guilt,
And reality began to start,
As without true understanding,
They let a drug stop their beating hearts.