Who Let The Dogs Out?

she came to me
I gave freely
openly fully

I gave from

depths
time beating
heart

I gave with

free hand
heart
from depths

defining
time
worn soul

you set your

friends
the dogs
the hounds

of private hell

upon hand that

feed
heart that
gave

for no reason

hounded to hell
by dogs that bite
because she loves evil

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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