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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 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.
Copyright ©
Christine Watts
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