Black Dog

 

 

In the doldrums,

The humdrum dull thrum

Of the continual nagging that comes

from your own mind.

That black dog walks just a step behind,

the albatross glides around.

The blue gloom ensures

that happiness is hard to find.

 

Morose thoughts tonight.

Today they just sat lazy and didn't raise,

tomorrow they will probably complain

that the whole thing feels like a constant downpour of rain 

and a foggy haze.

 

Icy cold stares.

Dead eyed glare.

Clinging tight

to the dinghy, for dear life.

As it careers to the edge

of razor blade waterfalls

and cascades of acid spray.

 

It isn't a war,

but a battle, for sure,

to get moving.

Takes an hour or more

just staring into oblivion.

Expecting something to appear,

something that will help

the stormy weather to clear.

 

The albatross lands on your shoulder.

The black dog walks over

and raises his head,

licks your leg

as if to say

that there is still something 

to look forward to.

That the day after tomorrow 

the sky may be blue

and the sunshine will find a way through.

 

 

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Haunted

 

 

My house is haunted

by bad memories and regret.

Conversations I'd rather forget.

Ghosts of times

where things were bad.

These ghosts of mine

just make me feel sad.

 

Fear seeps through the walls

of this old residence.

When the ghosts call

to share their presence.

In the late-night hours

where the air sours.

 

Phantoms roam, screech and moan.

Leaving me wearied, worried,

alone.

In rooms locked tight.

Keys long buried.

They wail through the night.

 

Evil within

battered wood and stone skin.

Scratching behind the fireplace.

Cold spots on the creaking staircase

and the heart that beats 

at a frantic pace.

 

This house.

Possessed

by unwanted guests.

They flitter through the walls

until darkness falls.

Then they start their assault.

Noisily forcing nerves to take hold,

then they pull them tighter,

like sharp cheese wire.

Until my mind is frayed

and my fear is on fire.

 

In my house,

I hear the sounds.

During the night

they scream so loud.

Their horrifying voices take flight

and

there is nowhere to hide.

An unwilling passenger

on a ghost train ride.

 

This house,

so cold.

Haunted and old.

It creaks and groans

like old weary bones.

The unwanted ones walk

and with whispered talk,

they remind

of things you don't want to hear.

They are the ones I fear.

 

This old house creaks,

the energy reeks of fear and despair.

The acrid taste of last night's screams.

The smashed remnants

of yesterday's bad dreams

scattered in pieces all over the floor.

If I could leave, I'd leave.

But in here

there isn't a door.

 

 

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Forgotten Shadow

 

Creeping shadows

grabbing, arms outstretched.

Reaching.

Trying to pull you into their pits

of forgetfulness.

Memories once blazed,

now seemingly erased.

Just empty seats

where no recollections sit.

 

The lurking threat,

it stalks through the rain.

Following.

It trudges through the sludge

of your swamped brain.

Taking away every faded breath,

sweeping away

the thoughts in your head.

 

The terror within.

Wandering.

Without a thought,

wondering what it was you sought.

Lost in a maze,

where once you knew your way.

Now all just faded,

dissolved into the grey.

 

Scary scenes

or just people in streets.

Walking between mountains of steel

and climbing concrete.

No sense of direction.

No way home.

Lost in the flood

like a paper boat

floating along all alone.

 

Directionless blur.

A smear of memory.

Then it’s gone.

A sneer from the face

in the window staring back.

Follows every step you take,

mimics every footstep you make.

Leering in the shadows,

smirking as you struggle along.

Making you feel forgotten

Or like you've forgotten 

what it feels like

to be you.

 

 

 

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