The thoughts of a dog abused

He hit me
with his hammer
He swore at
me, and I
was frightened by
his anger
and that he
stood close by
My face was
very painful
but right now
emotionally
I whimpered, realizing
that he took
it out on me.

A victim
for no reason
I don’t know
what hurts more
the mental anguish
of it all
or uncertainty
and what’s more

He’s often kicked
me anyway
and for days
I felt the pain
but never showed
any remorse
and has now
hurt me again

I struggle with
the pressure
with the fear
that builds within
I’m nervous
and I am on edge
and so full of
chagrin

My nose is very sore
Today
an infection
seemingly
has rocked me
on my heels a bit
as to what will become
of me

the human world
appears unkind
I never have a say
when things go wrong
and they seem to
I’m always in the way
He throws things at me
often his work boots
and yes I know
How hard they are
and how they scar
my back and body sp

Whether or not he cares
for me
he doesn’t want
to know
whether I limp
or whine, or yelp
it doesn’t seem
to show
he leaves me
in this corner
he doesn’t clean
my wound
My heartfelt thoughts
are to run away
or to hide
and be cocooned
in someone’s arms
another soul
might take me in
and be
loving
that’s my dream
above all dreams
now actually.

That human
is supposed to be
humane
have sympathy
but in essence
he is nothing
he seemed happy
hurting me

Really I’m a mass
of scars
and bruises
and my heart
is broken
I’m a complete
wreck
I don’t know where
to start

I can’t lay down
and sleep
I cannot begin
to rest
every sound
and I am bound
to get up
oh! this stress
of living with this
human
is now too much
for me
I can’t begin
to fathom
out now
how I will see

My way out of these
doldrums
,that hang before me
now
I always want to urinate
and inside the
house well how?
if I do it on
the carpet
or on the kitchen floor
his boot will
hit my backside
and I’ll be red and raw

I’m really in
a quandary
as the best
thing I can do
If I go out on the streets
I become a stray
and thats dangerous
too
I could end up being
put to sleep
that’s the human
words for killed
injected with some
poison
rendered
and then grilled

I could go around
to the next block
and hope that
someone there
will take me in
and love me
and feel my deep
despair
If I stand there
on the door mat
with doleful eyes
they might
take me in
and feed me
and at least keep
me one night

And if they are
true humans
they might just feel
disposed
to take me to
the doctors
for the problems
that I’ve posed

Yes tonight I’ll
take my chances
I get out of that door
and climb down to
the basement
through the window
for I’m sure
something will turn up
for me
a positive outcome
man’s best friend
not in this house
no not anymore.