Invisible Dog

She thought the world had warmth to lend,

She’d make them laugh, she'd call them friend.

Eyes bright with hope, she gave her all,

But every kindness met a wall.

They took her light, but never stayed,

Only there when they were paid—

Not with coins, but with her heart,

Then left her cold, torn apart.

So she hums a tune, soft and low,

Of learning now just how to go—

To shut her mouth, to dim her glow,

To be the ghost they want to know.

Like a dog that sits and waits,

By silent walls and iron gates,

Wagging for a love unfelt, unseen,

For a place where she has never been.

Invisible now, quiet and small,

She learns to hide, to never call.

Just a shadow, soft and stark,

Following masters through the dark.

Her heart a tether, thin as thread,

Bound to those who turn their head,

Blind to her in every way,

Except to use her, day by day.

She dreams of voices soft and sweet,

Of someone kind who’d let her speak.

But silence is a learned disguise,

Her voice a whisper, thin as lies.

They pat her head when she complies,

And watch her fade beneath her guise.

Eyes downcast, without a sound,

She walks their steps like hallowed ground.

Yet deep within, a spark remains,

A hint of warmth that still sustains.

One day, maybe, she’ll pull away—

From those who lead her heart astray.

But tonight, she’s just their ghostly guide,

With a quiet smile, and hope denied.

A loyal shadow, meek and kind,

Invisible to the love she’ll never find.