Black Dog

I have a raging storm inside my head. Black as a dog, clouds roll by without end. A warning flash of lightning is my dread Another surge of dark thoughts will descend. I feel deep rumblings start and then I know Relentless raindrops form behind my eyes. Storm clouds within my mind begin to grow And flooded plains of anger start to rise. A heavy heart and mind that won't abate This void I can't explain consumes my life. I feel I've lost my soul and it's too late To claw my way out of this awful strife. Flood tides creep in until I start to drown Deep breaths inhaled to calm this savage sea. These black dog thoughts have often kept me down I think I need someone to rescue me. I cower under covers like a child Block out my ears and hum a simple tune. To try and stop my fears from running wild I pray this hurricane will settle soon. I see a glimpse of hope within my sight My restless thoughts can find the peace I need. If I stay true to who I am and fight With determined inner strength I will succeed. At last this storm begins to leave my mind My sanity returns; my thoughts are clear. But somewhere in my headspace I will find This blackest dog is often lurking near. But if I see or him raise his head I will ignore his bark and carry on. Because I want a happy life instead With strength of character, he will be gone.