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