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Post by MENTAL on Apr 27, 2010 15:34:50 GMT -5
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Too many people lingering around me,
getting too close. I just want to flea,
I need to get away from this horrid place
and drift off into sleep's peaceful embrace.
Being hunched in a gap between things
isn't exactly the most fun thing that brings
happiness to me. I'd rather not be here
but I don't have a choice 'cause of the fear.
I don't know how I got in this situation
or even into this particular location.
It was an accident, I must've gotten lost
after that street I shouldn't have crossed.
Everything had been quiet still this morning,
I should've taken the sunrise as warning
that there would soon be things going on
and that I should've already been gone.
Why does time not fly when we want it to
but rather drag on and make us feel blue?
I'll just have to wait out this day of torment
until it becomes quiet and I can be content.
I stare out at the world from my hiding spot
just waiting for inevitability of getting caught
and to have someone thinking I'd be good
company when all I want is some food.
My tummy aches and whines from hunger
and sometimes I wish that I was younger
and my puppy appearance would've gotten
me food instead of make me be forgotten.
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