Here is a poem I wrote today in biology. I'd might as well update it while this sight isn't glitchy on this dinosaur, lol
My outcome is bleak,
I suppress a grieving cry,
"Help me! Help me!
I want to die!"
Since I opened my eyes
To look at this blasted world,
My canine body, fragile,
My life will be chaotic and whirl
In a pool of dismay,
Like the tears that dare fall,
As my new master grabbed my scruff the wrong way;
The first time that my skin would crawl.
An outrageous turn of events,
That take turmoil in my life,
"Help me! Help me!
I want to die!"
My master treated me well,
My first six months or so,
Then the thought never occurred to me,
That thought, I never did know.
The first time Master hit me,
The little blood that did spew,
At first I thought I heard him sneer,
"Time's almost up for you."
Acts of severe inhumanity,
I lose dignity to even sigh,
"Release me! Release me!
I want to die!"
He kicked me, he beat me,
With suggestive heights of treason,
I whine loudly with helpless uncertainty,
Though no one outside knew the reason.
Surplus food was lower,
It got lower by the day,
I had never been this starving,
I choked, "God, take me away."
As bones jut out of my skin
And my eyes become the slightest red
"God, help me! Evil, leave me!
Just let me be dead!"
I only had one mate,
Who had a pelt a beautiful brownish red,
But while she carried my pups,
Master shot her dead.
A blasphemic even in which,
I will never ever cope,
He beat me numb again like always,
But now that I lost her, I lost all hope.
Now chained up outside,
Though to never see good light,
"God, save me! Save me!
Let me just die!"
Beatings were daily now,
How many days, I could never tell,
"Starlight, star bright," I howl some nights,
"I wish to escape this hell."
The laws of humanity finally caught Master,
And now he's arrested to date,
But when they came to my bony, scarred body...
It was too late.
Finally my prayers were answered,
And my soul reaches for the sky,
I howl, "I'm free! I'm free!"
As I now proceed to die....
My outcome is bleak,
I suppress a grieving cry,
"Help me! Help me!
I want to die!"
Since I opened my eyes
To look at this blasted world,
My canine body, fragile,
My life will be chaotic and whirl
In a pool of dismay,
Like the tears that dare fall,
As my new master grabbed my scruff the wrong way;
The first time that my skin would crawl.
An outrageous turn of events,
That take turmoil in my life,
"Help me! Help me!
I want to die!"
My master treated me well,
My first six months or so,
Then the thought never occurred to me,
That thought, I never did know.
The first time Master hit me,
The little blood that did spew,
At first I thought I heard him sneer,
"Time's almost up for you."
Acts of severe inhumanity,
I lose dignity to even sigh,
"Release me! Release me!
I want to die!"
He kicked me, he beat me,
With suggestive heights of treason,
I whine loudly with helpless uncertainty,
Though no one outside knew the reason.
Surplus food was lower,
It got lower by the day,
I had never been this starving,
I choked, "God, take me away."
As bones jut out of my skin
And my eyes become the slightest red
"God, help me! Evil, leave me!
Just let me be dead!"
I only had one mate,
Who had a pelt a beautiful brownish red,
But while she carried my pups,
Master shot her dead.
A blasphemic even in which,
I will never ever cope,
He beat me numb again like always,
But now that I lost her, I lost all hope.
Now chained up outside,
Though to never see good light,
"God, save me! Save me!
Let me just die!"
Beatings were daily now,
How many days, I could never tell,
"Starlight, star bright," I howl some nights,
"I wish to escape this hell."
The laws of humanity finally caught Master,
And now he's arrested to date,
But when they came to my bony, scarred body...
It was too late.
Finally my prayers were answered,
And my soul reaches for the sky,
I howl, "I'm free! I'm free!"
As I now proceed to die....
in the cold autumn sun.
Too faithful to leave,
too frightened to run.
He's been there for days
with nothing to do,
But sit by the road,
waiting for you.
He can't understand
why you left him that day.
He thought you and he
were stopping to play.
He's sure you'll come back,
that's why he stays.
How long will he suffer,
how many days?
His legs are weak,
his throat parched and dry.
He's sick from hunger
and falls with a sigh.
He lays down his head
and closes his eyes.
I wish you could see
how a waiting dog dies.