I'm not a violent dog.
I don’t know why I bite.
Though gentle in spirit,
I'm deemed a rogue.
Intriguing paths,
an uncharted cove.
In fog's embrace I seek relief
From instincts causing inner grief.
Concealed within the shrouded night,
My bared fangs hide from human sight.
Through the haze,
a silent plea,
For solace from what burdens me.
In hidden depths, where shadows glide,
My secrets buried, fears abide.
Yet in the quiet of the air,
My heart still wrestles in despair.
Beneath the shroud of misty gray
I long for peace to light my way.