Poetry

Imprisoned By Emily Heartless hands reach for me Always trapped in a cage with a lock and no key Waiting for my next dose that could end my life This was not the life I hoped for, not one with strife! They take me into a room that is dark In this room, many things have left many marks I am falling into a dreamless sleep I fear no one can wake from a sleep this deep I know for sure something’s not right I cannot find a stray hint of light I know I’m not the first to end this way, But sadly, I am not the last head to lay; never waking; ending this way.

MERCY by Kelsie

Have mercy, have mercy, have mercy on me. I wish that my life could be lived happily. Why do they do this, this cruel wicked thing? When they hurt me, they leave marks that sting. Have mercy on me and the others around, Who wish that they lived their lives in a town, With children to love them, and give lots of hugs, And owners who aren't mean, and play the game tugs. But as it is we are treated with spite, And poked with sharp points, and denied our rights. So if you feel touched, want to stop what I speak of, Have mercy, have mercy, and give us some love. **Lots of love,**

SINCERELY,
(Courtesy of Rover and Felix) **NOT REALLY**