Black Dog
You are a noose
Not letting me breathe
Like a soundproof room
The thoughts locked inside my head
You are a mask of joy
Hiding my fear behind your crooked smile
Like the coming winter, you creep in slowly
And fill me with a deep-seated chill
Frozen in the cold
I wait for Spring to thaw my bones
Copyright © Jane Smith | Year Posted 2016
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