The Forsaken Poem by Lauren Kjar

She comes asking only for love
And happily returns the favor
You hand her to me, knowing what I must do
I ask, how can you forsake her?
What did she do that could be so bad
That you'll lay her to the slaughter
I believe, If I remember correctly
You were the one that bought her
I know she was just a puppy then
And now she's grown quite a lot
She can't understand, what has happened
That you'd stop this beating heart
Your new lover isn't a dog person
Then she dug a hole near the fence
I can barely stand the sight of you
Still I take her from your hands
I look into those big puppy eyes
They are starving for attention
Looking at you my blood runs cold
So much for those good intentions
Walking down the hallway
I hold her in my arms
Shoving her muzzle in my chest
Finding someplace warm
I open the door to this room
She knows what I must do
Given the choice, no hesitation
I'd turn my needle on you
I kiss her snout and whisper
I'm sorry, it's all okay
You'll never suffer ever again
The way you did today
I pet her head and kiss her
As her last breaths taken
Holding her close, she floats away
Another innocent forsaken