Dog Bite Sonnet
seething mass of volcanic ash
erupting emotions, scream and shout
awesome magma, fires clash
i'm chained forever without
gnashing snarling vicious dogs run loose
but starved and meek, they trot behind
will follow or turn a course I choose?
perhaps some peace of mind i can find
but in the lead, strong and mean
seem to conjure confusion and strife
where am i going, the wind is keen
whip-lashed running, fearing life
i'm at the mercy of my passions sore
a great big hunk of my ass has been tore.
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