Where the neon lights blind,
A skinny dog wanders, its outlines blurred.
Passers-by with their eyes glued to their screens,
hearts in a digital cloud,
They label him a stray
No tag hanging from his neck, no ID to claim,
No one to miss him, no one to blame.
An apparition in the concrete shadow,
His silent plea lost on the city sidewalk.
Yet, when night falls, hides from urban noise,
In a forgotten corner, where it should be.
There, his world is naked,
A bond with a man poorer than many can bear.
Their shared dreams,
The dog stands guard,
His bark is a warning, his loyalty real.
But the city doesn't see, doesn't stop to discover,
The homeless old man, the silent dog lover.
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ema
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I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
By Aathavi Thanges7 days ago in Psyche
Comments (3)
Love the insights Much appreciated 🙏
Thank you for giving them a voice, Ema. Society tends to forget those who need help.
Gosh this was so sad and emotional. People who rarely notice the ones in need. Loved your poem!