"The Black Dog"
Posted: Sunday, October 18, 2009
by Kian Ultan Andrew
With God in my corner and with the help I have sought out, my loving family and friends, psychologists and counsellors, I now have more happy days than bad.
The Black Dog
Ears laid back, it hunts for child
Gnashing white fangs, dripping and slick
Eager to pierce throats, break necks with a "click"
Sleek body, tense, muscles all rippled
It hunts to maim, lives to make crippled
Black, hollow eyes, fixed on it's prey
Slowly stalking souls, scared of the day
Ready to pounce, tear to bloody shreds
It's only your feelings, it's all in your head
Evil, it's knowing, all that is done
It hasn't forgotten, nor forgiven, anyone
Claw laden paws, scratching the dust
Moving ever closer, to quench it's bloodlust
Innocent bodies, lay by the wayside
Victims of own hand, Black Dog Suicide
No one way to kill it, to extinguish it's life
See Doctors and Psychs, now put down that knife!
Medicine and therapy, are all good tools
Don't eat the whole bottle and die like a fool!
Friends and family, people you trust
Reach out to someone, reach out you must!
Your head is your enemy, a mind filled with fog
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I hesitate to say that I enjoyed your piece, although I did. Not because it's not a fitting description of depression, but because it IS. I pray that you one day will be depression free. To this day, I still have bouts of depression, but not to the extent I did as a teenager and a twenty something. My thoughts are with you on your journey to slay The Black Dog.Thank you, very much, Sarah.It means a great deal to me, that someone can relate, on a personal level.I agree with you in regards to this poem.The fact that it "IS", I believe, saved me, from myself and my "Dog".I too, still suffer from time to time.Having now, an outlet, to express and explore, my feelings, is wonderful 'therapy' for me. I truly appreciate your thoughts.Kind regards,Kian.
Very dark, yet with a glimmer of hope near the end.Thanks David,it is, indeed, very dark!Thank you for reading, I am trying to write 'brighter stuff', it will come, at the moment I will just let 'it' come out in 'it's' own time.There is hope, this I hold, nay, grip to, so very tight!
