The cries of infants, jolting us from slumber
sleeping servants, unaware of their duties
a dog barks, sensing danger
acts in accordance and then falls
a lost soul wandering the forests
puppets along route, easy to manipulate
songs of love and affection wring its ears
the sound, unbearable
steadily walking, forcefully controlling
words of innocent venting turn to shame
as a household is slowly tearing apart
the fur on his back stands earnestly
chaos abounds as war ensues
the dog is put down, sent away
secrets fly about why the loving creature disappeared
truth and lies, no divide
and when the lost soul returned
the family's upheaval, warranted, was despised
shoved into the ground, like the love it once had
the walls are falling, foundation cracked beyond repair
only one truth resides among it all
beneath the dust that settles now
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