The Black Dog

He sits by my side.

He is loyal. 

Always there but so disobedient. 

I want him to go away. 

He looks at me. Is it devotion?

I am devoid of emotion. 

He is so black; he absorbs my life. 

His breath on my neck. 

Colder than death.

His weight on my shoulders. 

He holds me down. 

I need to escape. To run free alone. 

He is too loyal; I am his home. 

He is inside me. 

Saturated by darkness. 

He is loyal. 

I am never alone.

Depression black dog bipolar

◄ Goodbye

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Robert Mann

Tue 13th Jun 2017 01:11

Louise - not sure you ever did read my version of 'Black Dog', but here's the link - https://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=36121
Hope you find a light in the darkness.
Rob

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Robert Mann

Wed 1st Feb 2017 19:07

Louise - sorry to hear that your black dog never gives you a break. My own visits me on a regular basis, but leaves me in the knowledge that his temporary presence will be just that. Check out my own 'Black Dog' on this site, which I see as a light at the end of a tunnel.
Rob

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