Damned dog
That howls and moans
Drove her to madness
And captured her soul
Won’t fetch
won’t sit
won’t care
but for only food in his bowl
With no gratitude at all
Yet she embraces him
he complains as she holds
My plate is still empty
He pukes from being full
Damned dog…
Damned dog….
Stinking fucking mut
Doesn’t speak but screams and itches
I utter a noise even a whimper
She raises her finger
I’m silenced and she bitches
Damned dog
He has a bed and I don’t
I’m restless and broken
Yet for him she caresses and kisses
He commands her with barks
She complies and always…
she listens …
She spoils him just like my other kin
The entitlement and the arrogance
of a silver spoon rusted
I’m Taken for granted
I cry on my own shoulder
I don’t have a wolf heart
Only one that longs for it’s mother
Sons like dogs
who kill and get bones
Although I’m the first
I’ve always wandered alone
Exiled to the forest
picking scraps from the rummage
Returning as the wolf,
Now wiser and toughened
Yet that dog she just met
And not the wolf she saw…
straight through…
If it came down to death
I bet she would choose
That I’d take my last breath
Over that dog
Despite he is purposeless…
A whimper once more
Echoing out
to the shivering moon
Damned dog
You win!
You dumb fucking mut
You both make me sick
The burning pit in depths of my gut
And yet…
I love you still
And look how I’ve grown
My mane is thick
My growl is strong
My eyes filled with will
But my heart will just break
Just shatter
It will never be still
My empty heart aches…
As I howl for the moon
No mothers who love dogs
could face the wolves they refused.
Neglected
Rejected
Alone and confused
Mother.. Remember?
The cub youd given life too?
Forced in a kennel
Forgotten
Like yesterdays news
Sulking and silent
I’m beaten
Black and blue
And will it give way?
Will my light shine to you?
Or the son has now set
A wolf lost it muse…
Never once had it at all
Was never an option to choose
Always placed behind dogs
Always first before you
Damned dog….
Damned Heart….
Be still…
Please…
About the Creator
Jesse G.
I come here to write
When I Find that I am broken
Words while they rhyme
Are better left unspoken
I’ve held them within
And they rip me open
Spill out on the page
My rage my sadness
My truth in poems
Let’s read them together
Together broken
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