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!


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