That Old Dog
That big black dog s behind me
He's breathing down my neck
Hes got me staring through the cracks
I know he's got me tracked
He knows my little weaknesses
And all my aching flaws
He stops the sun from shining
and trips me up at doors
He makes me feel I'm small and lost
Yet won't leave me alone
And though he leaves me starving
For him I have a bone
That old black dog he's restless
He's biting at my heels
He wants to make a meal of me
He's got me on my knees
That black dog he has me beat
He has my head in tatters
He rags me in his drooling jaws
and spits me on the street
But my old dog he's faithful
and I keep him by my side
For though I know he holds me back
I match him stride for stride
For without him I would not be whole
I wouldn't be complete
My fears and flaws are part of me
make up the being of my soul
I must learn to live with me
and with my black dog
To live for just this moment
See the sunshine through the smog
But I must remember who is master
Is it me or is it dog?
Copyright © Zoe Orrell | Year Posted 2016
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