# Untitled poem

Author: London79
Tags: Dog, Poem, woods

I found this poem unfinished, and decided to upload it.
poem originally written: 1995-07-16

  Chills creeping down your spine,

  let you know that your still alive;

Searching around the woods,

looking for someone you can count on;

peeking around a corner you find a house

built of bricks and mortar.

Inside there is a dog, sitting there oh so calm

smiling for the world to see could this be reality.

She lifts her head, it fills you with  dread

she says: "I can hear you, Johnny you know its true,

I left my life for you. living a life of pain and sorrow 

will you ever see tomorrow."

You will take on a whole new form-

Source: https://sofurry.com/view/1167842