Bark.
I am a dog,
Who sits at the door,
Love blinds me like a fog,
I lie on the floor,
I bark,
I whine,
I am in the dark,
But I swear I’m fine,
Like a man,
You betrayed,
My mind overran,
As thoughts of you still preyed,
I am not stuck here,
I am free to go,
But into the window I peer,
Before dropping low,
Why mustn’t I move on,
I wish to leave,
But still I wait till dawn,
Day and night I grieve,
Every morning I watch you depart,
You shove me away,
My heart aches but love is in every part,
I am a nasty stray,
I have nothing,
But you can have whatever you want,
You can have everything,
For your absence will haunt,
I will beg,
I will plead,
My paws grasp at your leg,
no matter how much I bleed,
I will always love you,
Though I am a stray,
I am stuck to you like glue,
And still by your door I lay.
This poem is actually called Bark and instead they renamed it and put it on here as Stray Thoughts. I don’t know why, but all the poems I eventually get on here are all eventually going into a book called Tales of The Lost and The Hopeless. This poem was meant to be about me and how I attach to people in the way a stray would. The name “Bark” meaning it was me, the author, barking and signifying even more that I am the dog in the story. It still looks good and I still love I though, just wanted to let anyone know who reads it.