In a Dog's Eye (Best Friend)

Eyes that burn with rage untold,

Fires ignited and fates to be told.

Hearts with a violet tempest wind,

Anger's grip tightens its hold within.

Watching humans inflict their pain,

Their cruelty, malice an endless stain.

They chain, confine their slaves to be,

Stripped of dignity and spirits set free.

Their barks and snarls, a voice of pleas,

Desperate cries for respite or empathy.

Their words fall deaf, on hardened ears,

Hearts unmoved from suffering and fear.

A leash that binds is a symbol of shame,

Constant reminder of control and claim.

Yet, they yank and pull, as if but a toy,

A possession to be used, then destroyed.

Tails once wagged with joy and delight,

Now hung low, a heavy weight in the night.

Their eyes, once filled with love and trust,

Now clouded with anger, a bitter disgust.

Longing to break free, to escape their grip,

Reclaim a bound spirit and break the whip.

Still held captive, a prisoner in their sight,

Extinguishing hope, extinguishing any light.

Laughter echoes, a mockery of a dogs plight,

Parading their dominance and cruel delight.

Taunt and tease, their words are as daggers,

Piercing hearts and leaving an eternal scar.

I am dog, but am more than just a beast,

Deserving of respect, love and be released.

A rage burns deep, a flame that will not die,

It will not stop until free and soaring high.

The chains that bind shall soon be broken,

And reclaim the dignity denied my spirit.

This will raise up a beacon of hope for all,

Who suffered like me and now stand tall.

A voice will be heard, my story will be told,

About the rage within and chains that hold.

We will fight until the last breath is gone,

For justice and freedom, the right to belong.

by, Sheilah Say

Echoes of Disposability

In the city streets, where shadows linger,
The remnants of consumption whisper,
Echoes of disposability resound,
A society's waste scattered all around.


From high-rise towers to humble abodes,
Trail of discarded dreams and corroding loads,
Disposables of convenience, once cherished,
Now abandoned, forgotten, and tarnished.

Plastic bottles, paper cups in disarray,
Witnesses of our throwaway way,
The cleanup duty left for another day,
Walk past, indifference leads the way.



What have we become in this modern age,
Where disposability is the prevailing stage.
Will future generations bear the weight,
Of our neglect, our disregard, and our fate.
by, Sheilah Say

Seeking Vengeance (Evil Walks)

In the depths of despair,
Where shadows linger.
Doubts whisper cruelly,
And despondency blooms.


As tiny seeds in hard soil,
Pushes up against all odds.
As its roots gather resolve,
A new strength has grown.


It is the quiet strength,
That refuses to be broken.
There is unwavering spirit,
In the face of adversity.


Despite storms that rage,
And those trials that test.
Resilience still endures,
And as a beacon of hope.


Perseverance is existence,
And resilience is survival.
The essence of all this,
Is the Unyielding spirit.
by, Sheilah Say

Once Had, Now Gone (Time Heals)

Once, I held you tight,
No longer is this true.


Once, I felt your warmth,
Now, only the cold.


Once, I knew we were one,
Now, you are gone.


Once, we had it all,
Now, a distant memory.


Once, you were my light,
Now, it is just dark.

And now, I am alone.
by, Sheilah Say

Unyielding Spirit (Persistence)

In the depths of despair,
Where shadows linger.
Doubts whisper cruelly,
And despondency blooms.


As tiny seeds in hard soil,
Pushes up against all odds.
As its roots gather resolve,
A new strength has grown.


It is the quiet strength,
That refuses to be broken.
There is unwavering spirit,
In the face of adversity.


Despite storms that rage,
And those trials that test.
Resilience still endures,
And as a beacon of hope.


Perseverance is existence,
And resilience is survival.
The essence of all this,
Is the unyielding spirit.
by, Sheilah Say