They say a broken dog
can never be the same
when his faith has died,
so to does his name.
When pain and cruelty endured,
becomes an empty shell.
His tail will wag no more,
his eyes cry pain he cant tell.
He wants to please
He tries to wag his tail,
yet emotions go so deep
and his owner can only weep.
She holds him close
and strokes his face,
He feels happy, he purrs inside.
Yet fear is stronger than to too please,
and his bite is deep in another place.
In time the dog will learn to believe.
But the Demons never pass, they stay.
And blur his eyes with fear.
Warning you not to stand to near. c