Dedication: I want to dedicate this poem to Somefarmgirl, she has always been there for me in all my work through it all. This is just to show a little of how much that means to me. Thank you!
A/N: This is just another poem I have written, a not so great one at that. It is from a particular character's point of view at a specific part of New Moon. I don't know why I choose this character or this part, it just happened. If you can get both the character and the part right you get a prize. –dangles prize in front of their eyes- Anyway, on with the poem. -George
Abandoned, deserted, discarded, dumped, neglected.
I have been cast off; left behind, just dust on the road now.
I thought we were friends.
I thought that mattered, I never thought they would neglect me so.
I thought we agreed on our hatred of them.
I thought a lot of things, but thinking never got me anywhere.
I have to act.
I have to get them back, I have to save them, they deserve it, or at least use to.
I have to fix this.
I have to be there for them, they would be there for me, right?
I don't know what changed or what happened, but he got to them.
Is it drugs?
Is it a sect?
Is it a cult?
Or is it a pack?
It has to be a pack.
They run around together like a pack of wild dogs.
Doing what they want.
Where ever they want.
Whenever they want.
They could care less who it hurts.
What has happened?
I don't know what he has done?
I don't know what kind of club this is?
And I definitely don't know what to do about it?
All I know is that I want my friends back, back and safe.