Kapolei, Hawaii, USA
Year of the Dog
I feel unimportant.
I feel unnecessary.
I feel left out in the rain to soak with no rudder to steer my boat.
Left in the sun to dry not ever knowing a reason why.
Left on the side of the road all alone unable to find my happy home.
As I stare at stormy skies I wonder why I even try.
I feel like friendships are hard to make.
Why does she now hesitate and jam on the brakes while I watch all traces of love drown in the lake.
I understand the way a dog feels when he is kicked by his master.
Yet I have no master.
Only this life of pain and disaster.
Why do people kick their dogs?