A Cry For Help
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Jessica Robinson, Grade 6
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Poetry
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2007
My master's gone, I'm lost, alone, I can barely see and neither can he
Some boys approach me, will they take me home, do they have toys or maybe a bone?
I have my lead on, but can hardly walk, maybe they have just come to talk
They pull me and push me, I don't want to go, no strength to bark, I follow their flow
i'm lost and confused, being pushed around,can't see the sky, can't feel the ground
A shiver runs through me, I'm cold and wet, a weight put upon me, and I cannot flee
Ice water surrounds me, rocks piled on top, is this stream my deathbed, will they ever stop?
i hear their laughing, while I try to cry, these boulders captivate me, I don't want to die
Eight years of pleasure and joy pass away, alone in this cold place, the end of my days
A voice comes closer, this one does not laugh, crying out for me, rescue from above
His shouting and screaming, fall on deaf ears, he carries me, holds me, his eyes filled with tears
a halt in his step, he heads toward home, my last moments home,cold, but not alone
I'm dried in the kitchen, and wrapped with cloth, for hours I shiver, but hear soft voices of love
the vet's arrival, first joy then despair, for I will not make it, my last breath of air
My tireless recuers, they tried but to no use, my time here cut short
Another victim of abuse