Hunger

Jan 25 Prompt: Overexcited Dogs

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Every day

Begins the same.

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You awaken to

The clanking of metal chains,

Your tattered thoughts for brains

Heavy-weighing

Behind your eyelids

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For last night,

It took you hours to shake

Away the pain from

The alarming events of the day

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And yet, despite this horror

Despite your insomnia

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Every day

Begins the same.

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The howling of the hounds outside

Beckon you to wipe the dreams

From your eyes,

Beckon you through screams

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Their skin is dark

And sticky like tar,

Sloughing off like slop

In troughs,

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Pigpen-style

Barren minds, mouths fizzing,

Eyes dizzy

Yellow teeth flashing in the sunlight

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They meet your gaze

In the morning haze,

And you are painfully reminded that

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Every day

Begins the same.

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You prop yourself against

These metal gates,

They keep you trapped, yes,

But they keep you safe

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You throw out handfuls

Of flesh and meat,

Take your seat,

And the fighting begins, the howls grow loud

As you once again feed the hungry crowd

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They step on each other

Like rocks in the water,

Claws tearing, teeth shearing

Tooth snarling, hearts fearing

That maybe if they

Do not feed just this instant,

They'll never taste

The light of day again

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And through the metal jagged cage,

You see these hounds consumed by rage

As they consume the very thing they seek:

The thrill of the kill, not the taste of the meat

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And soon you'll grow tired,

Head to bed in shame

Your energy spent heavily,

But still spent in vain

And you'll remember what

The night always says:

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Every day

Begins the same.

Author's Note

Ignore basic grammatical errors when giving critiques, please - I'm aware of the rules I'm breaking, but I feel restricted when following these rules. Due to my mental health and since I have such a hard time getting my thoughts across, I'd rather break a few rules than be grammatically "perfect." Just let me write for the fun of it and so I can cope with my experiences - it's not that deep.

Reviews

[Nix is typing...]

I love this poem!!!! My great-grandfather owns a bunch of dogs that scream and bark and raise hell 24/7. And they're my neighbors so... when you hear the constant barking, you learn to tune it out, but I love the poem: even though you do and go through so many things a day...every day, begins the same. I loved the repetition of that, I felt more inclined to the poem each time.

100/100

Nix 😊

[living lavender]

as if being held on display. constantly. day to day.
the fight between being resilient or so tired of it all. stunning.
{loved the imagery in this one.}

[honey]

Hello Chrysatheranium, I’m so sorry I’m just seeing your read request and I hope you see this review.
This is a beautiful piece. I didn’t even notice any grammatical error. The message is so powerful.