I talked to my dog,
we sit on the sofa,
(even though she shouldn’t be there)
she lies on me and starts licking my face
I say Luna stop
I tell her that my day has been good and bad
I tell her I can’t concentrate to write
My handwriting is so bad I can’t even read it myself
I tell her I can’t get the words in my head on paper
I’m angry
I’m angry about the day and how quick it goes
I’m frustrated
people annoy me with their words
their words are like a nail gun that goes through me
I want to punch my bed
my mind is upset and I start to cry
when I cry my dog comes and licks me
Like she did when she picked me
my heart is something up and down
I tell my dog my life is fine
By Damien Hughes
