THE BLACK DOG

           blackdog walked over him

 

I know the sun is shining and the blossom in full bloom

But an air of deepest blackness permeates this room

The ‘black dog’, Churchill called it; I can understand just why

It’s by no means unfamiliar; a common passer-by

It’s not a welcome visitor, nor did it ask permission

To come and lodge a few days so I eye it with suspicion

It has visited before, here; this dark presence in my brain

Oh, how I bid it leave me and not return again.

 

 

4 thoughts on “THE BLACK DOG

  1. Hugs Elly. So sorry depression is engulfing you. Its kinda that way for me too of late. Hope your ok and safe. XX

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