I lived in the body of an abused dog in the corner of the house.
Never touched Never allowing yet always barking. I once tried to runaway at 8 in the morning, returning home within the hour after I scowered. I seen faces in the trees while the breeze sung a soft lullaby as if I were going to freeze.
Between then and now I realized we cannot grow wings. Joining gods choir is a distant dream and I cannot sleep. Reverting back to the ways where we cannot seep into the trees where the lullabies can sing as free and I still cannot dream.
-I return to the corner.
The beast sleeps as I weep and as I cry myself into a deep sleep I cannot help but feel confined within your reach.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 10:52 PM UTC
I lived in the body of an abused dog in the corner of the house.
Never touched Never allowing yet always barking. I once tried to runaway at 8 in the morning, returning home within the hour after I scowered. I seen faces in the trees while the breeze sung a soft lullaby as if I were going to freeze.
Between then and now I realized we cannot grow wings. Joining gods choir is a distant dream and I cannot sleep. Reverting back to the ways where we cannot seep into the trees where the lullabies can sing as free and I still cannot dream.
-I return to the corner.
The beast sleeps as I weep and as I cry myself into a deep sleep I cannot help but feel confined within your reach.
