Shaking in the Darkness,
Leaning,
Upon a Park bench,
Gasping, heaving.
Untold Nightmare,
Clutching;
Violence Gathers,
Panting, Weaving.
Screaming in the Shadows,
Crying;
Winning, Losing,
Betting, Dying.
Once a Beloved Pet,
Now Shackled,
Forced to fight,
Amoung the Cackles.
Uncaring, Cruel and Pitiless
Being,
Call Yourself Human,
But not What Iām seeing.
~Morgan~


Very moving and heavy – hitting. I loved it!
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Thank you so much. I try not to get too preachy or “heavy” on BnV, but its a subject Im passionate about and have to mention at least now and then.
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