A Snail

 

I got rid of my phone

I was walking alone 

Enjoying my life a little too much

When I heard something crunch

Under my feet, like a shell

I look down 

I had killed a snail.

I looked down

Terrorized little creature

Waiting for death

Which came at a snail's pace

It spoiled my happy mood

Guilt took over my face.

I was so sorry for the loss

I apologized to the stillness

But it was beyond repair

It can not be given forgiveness.

People sometimes

Step on your shell

Without knowing that

They are stepping on your shell

But none has a sole purpose

Of making your life a living hell.

You should know that

You can't live with 

Despise in your heart

Forgive them, let it go...

Have a new fresh start!