Tortured

A creature bound in suffering’s chains,
Severely matted paws, covered in stains.
Feces clung to fur, his skin in knots,
A body burdened by forgotten spots.

Lumps upon his sternum, ribs concealed,
Eyes of darkness, visions unsealed.
Pus that wept from blindened gaze,
Trapped in his world, lost in a haze.

Constant streams, he couldn’t control,
Foulness in his mouth, a tortured soul.
Nails too long, a cry of neglect,
Urine strong, a silent defect.

Lethargic limbs, too tired to rise,
His spirit dimmed, beneath the skies.
Ear canals matted, filthy and sore,
Each step, a circle, pain at its core.

A growl, a bite, he flinched at the touch,
A heart so broken, in need of so much.
Aggression born of fear, not hate,
He begged for release, not for fate.

A tale of torment, silence speaks,
Of a soul too weary to seek.
Yet beneath it all, a flicker remains,
A spark of hope, despite the chains.