A red bow atop my head,
A gift to a little boy
I look into his eyes and feel a
Connection that will never die.
I’m sitting with them warm by the fire
Their soft hands rustling my fur
These people are my family
The love between us is never ending.
Suddenly the mood changes
Their hands no longer are soft
What changed in these few years
What did I do that was so wrong
Rough hands grab me and drag me to the car
They take me away from home
Everything I’ve ever known
They take me to a place with cold concrete walls
A prison with no bars
Now I sit here growing old
And watch the people walk by
They shake their heads and say no
Maybe they’ll come another time
Here I sit forgotten
In a corner all alone
I think of all the years that have passed by
And let my last breath out with a sigh.
- Title: The Forgotten Ones
- Artist: Morgwir
- Description: Just a poem I worte about animal cruelty. It's kinda depressing. I don't really know what else to say other than I do not in any way support animal cruelty and I think people who do hurt animals are sick. Warning there is death and mentions of animal cruetly in this poem....you have been warned.
- Date: 06/21/2009
- Tags: animal dogs forgotten cruelty
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