The Doghouse

An ancient mutt lays stiffly on the floor of his prison.
His coat, matted though soft,
disturbed by the leaking roof of his house.
A drip on his nose hurries his conserved last breaths.
He shakes and whines, eyes open to the world
he can sense though not feel.
It rains outside, the sky open and thunder
He patiently waits for it to stop, though he
     sighs, knowing he'll never see it.
Grateful for the dark solitude of his doghouse,
so the world doesn't have to see how disgusting
he is.

He once loved the world, once lived in it.
It knew him as a
loving, wild pup,
and the heartbreak it would feel to see him
     now would be too much to handle, so
perhaps it's better that he remains unseen.

Dying alone in his doghouse
isn't the worst of all outcomes, though.
As there are far worse fates than death.
The nerves behind his tired paws freeze
As he waits in the cold,
He could leave, but why would he?
Afterall it's pouring out.
He makes an effort to look up to the ceiling of his small doghouse,
seemingly huge on the outside.
Outside, it's painted bright colors like
     yellow and green.
Prosperous in theory though
lacking much in fundamental truth.
Though it seems sturdy the
walls are caving on the inside, the
ceiling bowing downward,
He came to the house to protect him.
He's just as wet inside as he would've been outside.
Now he dies.
With pictures in his mind of chasing the rain.

About this poem

This poem has an immense amount of metaphors and representation. I highly recommend a deep analysis of this poem as it was designed to be taken apart.

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Written on August 31, 2022

Submitted by memorivalentin0 on September 28, 2022

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 1,458
Words 300
Stanzas 3
Stanza Lengths 13, 6, 22

Memori Valentin

I have a small family and we all are involved in the arts in some way. I've written poetry since I was 5, winning class awards and going to large gatherings to present my poems. I'm still a high school student and I spend the majority of my time with my boyfriend, or a few good friends. more…

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