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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

The Black Dog

Trying to live by imaginary rules,
We believe we have to follow,
Only to think we're always failing,
Left feeling useless, empty and hollow.

With eyes red raw and burning,
From all the tears that's been cried,
Your demons begin to take control,
Stealing your soul and self pride.

Nightmares haunt you if you sleep,
Drowning in darkness through the day,
Happiness now becomes a

Black Dog

Its raven skin follows without a 'woof,'
no bark no bite,
darker than a shadow in sunlight.
It reflects in the mirror,
staring with 'Edgar Allan Poe,' ebony eyes.

At dawn it's at the bedside,
wanting to wander into the morning mist.
At twilight it rests its head on my pillow,
stalking, into my sleep.

It sits on the passenger seat,
without a seatbelt, unfocused,
unconcerned,

Black Dog Catcher

What is the purpose of life?
Can't even keep your wife!
Then there's holding a job.
Are you really that much of a kxxb

Life is surely about family
Why can't it be for me
Am I that screwed up?
Over floweth does the cup

Is this just another blip
Or am I travelling on the one way ship
What is wrong with me
My loved

Black Dog

He was prone to falling into his own shadow.
Sunlight beat upon his sheltering mind
forcing him to flee deeper into a phantom night
that lived like an unspoken secret in daylight.

When the 'black dogs' teeth bit it always seemed very sorry.
It hung its head and walked by his side ashamed and contrite
yet the bite festered for days

White Dog Black Dog

I was soul searching one day, and seen inside of me,
a black dog and a white dog, how could this be?
 What is this, I ask the Lord, show me, that I may know,
in your wisdom, Father please let me grow.
  I thanked GOD, as if the  answer, I had already received,
He would

Coloured Dogs

Coloured Dogs

Grey is the dog that haunts and whines;
Whose boredom curls, whose mist entwines;
Whose ennui dulls a lively mind,
Whom inspiration deadens.

Blue is the dog that grips the heart -
Turns melancholia into art,
Who tears the light of hope apart,
And drowns all joy and laughter.

Yellow’s the dog who runs and hides,
Who shrinks from life’s high winds and

The Black Dog Is Prowling

The black dog is prowling around
Just quietly without a sound
The dog sniffs here and there
Who it gets it doesn’t care

It licks your hand just to say
I am not going to go away
And when you’re feeling low
In it jumps and steals the show.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Black Dog

Black Dog

Black dog black dog
Where did you go ?
Your once ebony muzzle
Now white as snow.
Black dog black dog
Where did you go ?
Your once easy gait
Now halted and slow. 
Black dog black dog
Where did you go ? 
Your bright brown eyes 
Are losing  their glow.
Black dog black dog
Where have you gone ?
 I’m here by

Black Dog Barks

"Black Dog Barks"



I feed the beast pieces of my heart
Black Dog Barks
prowling inside my parametres silky soft paws

Black Dog Barks
I feed the Jabberwock pieces of my mind
this is how it begins torn and bloody

I feed the Jabberwock pieces of my mind
the mirror smiles back and says, gracefully
“You’re fine”

The mirror smiles back and says, malevolently
“I own

Black Dog

A black dog has got hold of her again.
She sponges her face
to a more rigid mask of brightness.

She has been depressed before
but this trench she trudges through
is full of muddied water
and she cannot find a way out.

At work she has to teach her hands
to do things
she has done a thousand times before.
Then there is the

My Little Black Dog

My little black dog is turning gray
with white hairs sprouting in spots
He still likes to play and rushes the fray
and his happy yapping never stops

The years have for him been kind
how longer will my little friend survive
For all things will end too soon in time
in doggy years he is one hundred and five

Still he must

The Black Dog

The black dog

I don’t always sing a happy song
The black dog bites and I’m all gone
And I can’t see the sunshine then
Wasted days are not my friend

So I wait for it to pass
To make me want my life to last
There is no need to contemplate 
When all you can do is sit and wait

So I

Howl of the Black Dog

Morning again without sleep,awake on the quilt,where are the pills?
Nightmares shadow lingers in the mind,like under the sea,full of ills.
They come at night mostly at night anxious thoughts panic,
Is there anyone else awake?walking beneath the sma hours stars,
Sweat freezing on brow howling in ears chasing round the fears,
He sits and waits with lolling tongue breath

A Black Dog Named Depression

The Black dog follows me;
Down the dark lanes and pathways of the years;
Over the wide, cold chasms in the night,
With steady, even pace, I am pursued.

I lift my torch, to survey the darkness all about;
My hand is trembling, and my breath is short,
Yet I hear the soft shuffle of his feet as he draws near.
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