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Beaten by Slyka

Beaten

The beaten cub,
his head hangs lowly,
his tears roll down
his cheeks and slowly
stain his fur,
so dark and red.
Wrapped up in covers
on his bed,
his sister tells him,
if he were
around still,
she'd hold him,
close to her.
But time
had given
him refuge,
and lost
his life,
his love
and
youth.

Beaten

Slyka

This is a bit of an experiment for me since I've never posted anything I've written before.
It's a quite a bit darker than what I usually post on here and this is not usually something I explore much, but it came from a very personal place when I wrote it and I kinda liked the results.
I feel a bit self conscious about this since it's probably the most personal thing I've ever posted, so yeah, feel free to rip it to shreds.

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    That's pretty deep...
    Good job. =)

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      Thank you ^.^