Streets and Silence

Treated like a dog.

There’s a sword in my chest,
And everyone just grabs on
And pulls me along.
The hilt is their handle
And I am their dog.
The leash, oh, it hurts me.
For with every turn,
The sword how it tears me
Apart.

Then, when they are all done
They toss me out from them.
Like a dog to the streets.
Alone, and so scared now
And so sad, and so weak.
I don’t know what to eat.
I’m afraid I will get poisoned.
I’ve got nowhere to hide
When the bad men come looking.

And if they catch hold me
I’m back to the cages
They lock me inside them
And prod me with fingers.
But that’s my only relief
From the silence that bars me
From the rest of the world.
I’m just a small one
And my heart is soon gone.

I just want somewhere
Where I can survive
And exist on my own
Without anything
Or someone to hurt.
If they hurt me
Or if I hurt them
It doesn’t matter
Because I still feel the sting.
I feel that sword turning.
Then, it won’t be long
Till I’d see streets and silence.

I’ll give you my puppy dog eyes.
And you’ll believe this disguise-
That it is my real face.
But it won’t be long
Till I see streets and silence
Again.

Reviews

[indieRokker]

Wow! Seriuosly Wow!
This poem was just beyond what I thought it would be about. After reading the last stanza I was gobsmacked at the outcome of this piece. The hurt, pain and distrust that runs through these words are amazing. The imagery that you set out was great. This piece was so essentially beautiful in a heart-wrenching account.

indie♥

[Dillon Cotter]

i can relate man, very true even if the power of these words is in a sad grieving way. good job though dude..

[lindsay]

Because I still feel the sting.
I feel that sword turning.

This is such an heart-wrenching poem. I felt the pain that his person is feeling, while I was reading it, because I am sure we have all felt this way before. Very sad yet so beautiful.