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Monday, February 20, 2006

The Puppy
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CREATION OF MEL x)

Brown fur,shaggy coat.
Walnut eyes,A tiny little bloke,
Wandering by the roadside,staggering across the streets,
Barely crawling,a sorry sight.
Hardly maneuovering,a pathetic height,
Finding its way;

Clouds turn grey,but no rain falls,
Trees shake,Leaves drop,a gloomy weather,a doom so soon,
Silhouette of the slightest goon,with no hope,no will to bloom,
Cast aside the flowers and the cheers,
Bring forth the lethal weapons and the spears,
Injured it was;

Countless wounds and shattered dreams,
Abuse of the grouch,the unwavered witches,
No mercy,no warmth,no love,no faith,
lost along a lonely path,drifting and searching,
Lonely souls wandering,black black black,
it all takes over,spiralling into a darkness of devastation,
Dissolver;

Bandages uncovered,the plasters fell out,
The creases and the folds,the broken pieces of wastes,
Cutting through,deep inside,the blood refused to taste,
Taste the emptiness all swallowed within,
Unravel the hidden meaning in depth,
Disguising the fears,the hurt and the pain,
Lying against the truth,without the blame of shame,
Hidden;

Amble and fall,fall and tremble,
The cold of the wild,the spirits of the sound,
So dead,so dreary,so fast and so fury,
Enticing critics,they laugh and they scowl,
Insulting the magnanimity,no smile and no trials,
Unauthorised access,the lone puppy throws up,
With nowhere to go,unwanted,it felt.
Homeless;

Digging through the rubbish dumps,so forlorn,so withdrawn,
paws all frazzled,dirt over the hassles,
Life so meaningless,shadows lurking everywhere.
Uncouth barbarians of nature possess,
Emotions all mustered,smothered and triggered,
Countless daggers stuck in the heart of the puppy,
It strays and it fumbles,longs for peace,longs for joy,
Its eyes start to blur;

Can a puppy cry?Looking so dazed and confused.
Can a puppy sleep?Forever without the dangers.
Can a puppy die?And stop the guilt inside.
Yet a puppy is nothing more than a puppy,
Inhumane resorts,callous remarks,
The ego trampled upon,life gets so horrible,
The nightmares the puppy experiences,
evils are all it sees,
Scary?

The vicious cycle continues,
the poison pollutes,it's tyranny,unbeatable,
Insane thoughts,Unrestrained migraines,throbbing,
The puppy sheds its final tear,doesnt know what love is,
Doesnt even bother,never even cared,
As it looks back on the tresses of its life,
It starts to stop,never rejuvenates,
Obstacles it must face,it wanted the dream,
yet the puppy,it was just a little bloke.

Innocence had no meaning,the horrendous winds blew,
The puppy shed its final tear,its final jeer given,
It sees the headlights zooming in,closes its eyes,wishing to dream,
With no breath left it starts to sleep,crushed in and giving out,
Blood oozed and its fears numbed within,
The puppy awoke,its new dress of translucency,however familiar,
It started its lone journey,drifting again.
Silent nights?

3:13 PM