The Lost Dog

Year poem was written: 2013

      Ragged fur matted in mud,

          scampering across cracked roads.

      Scavenging for rotten scraps of food,

          desperately clinging to life.

 

      Neglected and forgotten forever,

          left to struggle alone.

      Hope seen as nothing but a flimsy myth,

          a notion abandoned long ago.

 

      A victim of the cruelty in this world,

          suffering from the savagery.

      An earthly angel of love beaten and broken,

          ravaged into a symbol of despair.

Author's Note

I've been going through some writer's block for a while so this is my first piece in weeks.

Reviews

[DogDrawler]

Well, it looks like not even "writer's block" could stop you from making pawsome poems!

[Ezekiel Silver]

Thank you.