This is set from the perspective of a dog living in a dog-pound where animals die on the spot, are killed, starved, etc. These types of animal shelters do exist. They're sick, we need to speak up.
(I wrote this one a long time ago, I think I was twelve, so it may not be amazing or anything like that. I also write long poems, I don't write many short ones so please don't tell me I need to shorten it unless I have some un-needed stanzas.)
My eyes are watering,
glistening and shiny
as I watch the small world through bars.
My head is aching all the time,
my ears sting with the cries around me.
They yelp and whimper and cry out in fear,
and I can't do a thing about it
because the same is happening to me.
Baying to the sound of torture,
the tune of yelps and barks.
Howling to the unseen moon,
I know it's up there
past the dark.
Singing in my wordless voice,
my song of death and decay.
Bleeding out the fear and pain,
my skin just cold and drained.
The grate beneath my feet is ice,
jagged, chilled and pained.
My dead sister lays beside me,
unmoving, cold.
Oh, so cold.
They didn't bury her today,
perhaps they never will,
and here, alone, I'll always lay,
the blood drips down like rain.
I can't see out my eyes no more,
just an endless abyss.
I keep wanting to let it take me,
embrace death's sweet kiss.
The world around me still lingers,
the claws of life dig in.
My ears are torn,
my paws are bleeding,
and the pain won't ever end.
But death,
sweet death,
cruel death
just won't take me.
I don't have a name,
I never did,
I don't have a home,
unless Hell counts.
I've spent my whole life
In this cage,
dank and vile.
My fur is soaked with dirt and blood,
I'm always hungry,
I can't get away,
I just can't leave,
So please,
all I ask
is that you set me free.
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