Dry Eyes

It died, left on the side the road,
To rot and be picked apart by carrion,
And I just sat there and watched,
Watched as the insides were ripped out.

I try my hardest to cry,
To ease the pain,
A way of mourning the loss I'd just seen,
But nothing happens.

I'm stuck,
My emotions trapped inside,
They seem to have only become words,
Too afraid to come out.

I was so close to letting myself make the same mistake,
And somewhere deep inside I did,
And it hits me when I watch the corpse on the side of the road,
But I can't shed a tear.

I push it's dead body,
And will push it where ever I go,
Until I become numb and the weight doesn't fatigue me,
But how long will that take?

-Sir Jestro