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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