Black Dog Whimpers

Black Dog Whimpers

 

Black dog whimpers

pure pain

from the scum-caked space

between 2 metal trashcans.

The name is worn

off of his scratchy

metal tags.

His eyes

dull

as a memory

of himself in the arms of a child.

Now lost.

Happiness.

Beyond misty delusion

and starving regret.

Dematerializing:

a hollow world.

A whispered verse

of a drawn out requiem.

For the hopes

that fell on dead asphalt.

Unbloomed glories.

And a final mute tear

to scream silent pleas

at the deaf souls

of passersby.

Forever.  

 

People only love you

when you're new

and pretty.

 

Eventually,

everything and everyone

is trash

left on a lonesome

curb.

Reviews

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

Fashions and passions fade, ducking into obscurity quicker than a politician can wrap his tongue around a lie. Leaving everything in the monotonous greyscale subscale below the vibrant life of popularity and caring.

[Robin]

I see them strewn on country roads , in back of animal control trucks , and then I think , shake my head , and think of how we treat our kind , our fellow man ... values ... I think saw them by the dumpster too

[Kenneth The Poet]

Yeah, and the sick truth is you'll probably end up missing them later.

This is a sad, and true-to-life piece.

Bravo!