'Inanimate' by Ravyn LaRue

I mourn for the strangest things

Shows and Poems and Books

They’re my children

It’s one thing when they die out naturally

Things usually do

And it’s expected

Even inanimate objects have their own sort of mortality

But written babies die too often under my care

They used to have a higher death rate

But I can’t help my home-life

And things happen still

At least with drawings, when ripped and drowned

They stay pretty

Their colors bleed and sever

But they survive easier than my babies

With shows you know it’s terminal

You try to enjoy them as they last

But they’re like pets

You never know their worth until the closing begins to draw closer

All things have mortality

Art may be immortal

But creations aren’t

I know how it feels-

I know how it feels-