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A Great Loss
Only images flash through the eye of my mind Of the horse I knew when I was only nine Through my haunting, never-ending doubt, The tears of love and loss flow out. Still stands time, As silent as a mime. How could I possibly make it through? I absolutely have no clue. She groaned as she flailed and thrashed, Into the walls of the barn she crashed I ran into the house and up to my room The whole place was like a tomb From the other room noise did I hear The sounds just, seemed so near Down the stairs and to the window I ran Next to the horse I only saw a man, In my Daddy's large hands rested a gun The whole thing was almost done From deep within the horse came a nicker, Her life was only a flicker. What was to happen next the horse knew In the scene I saw was just those two A shot rang out As my mind quickly takes its route Through the memories of old Her tender soft head I wanted to hold I cried and cried As I stared at her red blood that had dried The whole thing was so unclear, But the end of her great struggle was here.
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