Dog Left Behind
I don't know why you're not home yet.
I'll wait for you,
sit and wait for you
by this flap in the door that won't open
save for by your hand.
How long has it been since
your key turned in that lock?
I'm hungry, but there's no point in stealing
because when you get home
you'll have everything I need.
Can I lie down?
I'm afraid my decay made an awful mess
and I don't want to be awake
when you get home and see
the stains I've left in your white carpet.
I don't know why you aren't home yet
but I'll wait for you,
sit and wait for you,
until the both of us are nothing but puddles
seeping into the creaking wooden floors.
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Your Poem's Voice
PersonalThemeAbstract
Personal/concrete (waiting dog) with abstract decay metaphor blended.
SparseMeasureDense
Moderate idea density; meditative waiting interspersed with vivid deterioration imagery.
DarkSentimentBright
Strongly negative: abandonment, decay, death, despair throughout.
StillEnergyExplosive
Quiet, still voice; restrained pacing until final dissolution image.
MicroLengthEpic
21 lines; falls in 16-30 range.
PlainFigurativeOrnamented
Rich metaphor (decay/puddles), personification, extended dying metaphor throughout.
LyricVoiceDramatic
Pure lyric internal voice; first-person consciousness of waiting creature.
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