an attempt at poetry

chapter 25: 'a dog's story'

'I wish I could fly',

Said the cynic dog,

So, surprised to this lie,

Every other dog stopped,

'I wish I could go up to the clouds,

And dance with the birds,

Lose the fear to be loud,

Discover other worlds,

Kiss my old man's cheek,

One last time,

Say 'I love you' in greek,

And maybe commit a crime'

'I wish I could bring ma down,

For her to see what I did,

What I earned with how I live,

So she'd pat my back and say;

But you lost yourself, kid'

'Even tho I've always known,

How things like this go;

You know what you want,

So you don't go with the flow,

You fight your way there,

Until the fight, is no longer spare,

You need it to sleep at night,

So that your nightmares wont bite,

You continue until you're one,

You and your fight,

And no one can tell you apart,

You realized some time ago,

And it hit you like a blow,

That you've fallen this low,

And now have nowhere to go'

Perplexed, the rest blinked once,

Staring at this skinny, brown dog,

How he seems lost in the fog,

Giving this monologue,

'I guess I'm tired,

Of staying stuck in a hole,

The other day I was fired,

And couldn't feel whole,

For it was all I desired,

To finally feel in control'

The dogs eyes were drowsy,

When they glanced at the floor,

'Everything I've done is lousy,

So I may finally walk the door,

So I may finally, in peace, die,

So I no longer have to wish to fly.'