Limbo LamentWhen the light [and] dark descend,and the world is gone...close your eyes, count to ten,you will be anon'.It's a place [of] silent sleep,life doth not remain.Yield to time, fade in deep,void of joy and pain.No regrets, failings left,sorrow disappeared;happiness, so bereft,good and evil mirrored.Nothing felt, not a word,apathetic reign,laughter's not something heardwhere there is no pain.
Lonely DisabilityWoe is I, such cruelty,none have come to claim me.Chained here since the start of fall,no one cares, no one at all.Once was found – now ever lostloyalty, too much the cost.Theft, neglect, suffered have I,torment from the callous sky,buried, frozen, cracked and thawed,left here, bound upon the rod...weary, broken, incomplete…ground beneath apathy's feet;crippled, crying, no one hearsall alone in cold and fear.Someone end my misery…no one's coming to claim me.
I don't want to grow up.... The sun was comfortably warm in the grove of trees that took up half of my 25-acre backyard. The light had traveled across the void between Sol and the Earth, through the cloud-sprinkled atmosphere, before darting through the leaves to create swaying, dappled patterns on my soft fur coat. Curled up into a boneless ball under the trees is the best spot to be during days like this; but my orange and black stripes were getting toasty, so I unraveled myself and stretched. With my back paws planted firmly in the tall grass, I reached out in front of me, my razor-sharp claws unsheathing and raking the ground slightly, creating furrows that would remain afterward, telling others that this was my turf. My jaws parted into a wide yawn, displaying my harmless pink tongue as well as my lethal fangs.Lethal, that is, if you're my dinner.But I wasn't hungry now; I'd just eaten a foolish doe this morning, and circumstance seemed to have conspired to make me drowsy. So, giving in to th
Changing Channels. It was a cold and crisp November evening with only an hour 'til midnight when the downpour began. The dark, bulbous clouds had been grumbling all day, lazy and suffocating, until they quietly gave in to the inevitable. First a soft pitter-patter, then the sharp drumming and ringing of teardrops as the sky wept over the earth. And in a muddy pool of light, lit by a buzzing, flickering streetlamp, a sodden, dilapidated, cardboard box whimpered out into the weeping night. The gangly and slightly shaggy 4 month-old German Shepard pup was sad, because until a few hours ago, he had never been alone in his life. He'd always had his mother, siblings, or the Boy. Forlornly, he looked down the road in the direction the car had gone with Boy's tear-stained face smushed against the back window in a way that made the puppy yearn to lick his face, and wipe away his sadness. "Excuse me!" something squeaked, distracting the puppy from his memory. Carefully,