The Black Dog

The black dog comes without warning it meanders inside my head teasing me, testing me, pushing me to the limit of human endurance. I hate my weakness. I abhor the crazy mixed up tears that roll valiantly down my pale grey cheeks, fatigue envelopes me in an ice cold shower - I shiver. There is no respite from pain, though I beg these feelings to desist. In this dull ruinous life love lays in the black midden Where the faeces is rancid on a summers day. Is it just the grave that awaits me? NOOOO Perish the thought, I need to live before I die. I sit upon my garden seat, I pretend not to see that black rook, I know it is waiting to pick my bones. I open my little black book, erase all the names of my past lovers. I pray to the Lord to forgive my past. Please Lord, let me live before I die... Release the black dog that haunts me so.