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Desperate Times
I don’t belong and never have
With familiar faces
And the comforts of home –
OR the forsaken places
That I may roam.
Angels protecting and reporting
To God
As I wander through life
Like a stray dog .
Catch me if I’m falling
Reaching for the other side –
When the Black Dog’s barking,
The fearless run and hide.
Catch me if I’m drowning
On the incoming tide.
Watching my world unravel
Right before my eyes
Maybe destiny
Until the inevitable demise.
My actions are louder
Than words of reprise –
My heart’s a fool
And the brain’s in denial,
Feels like my conscience
Is always on trial
And the weight of the pressure
Inhibits my smile.
Too late to reverse
Decisions made –
The ones that leave me
Alone and afraid,
So I’ll continue to
Roll with the punches a while.
Put on a brave face
To mask the pain,
and duck and weave attention –
I feel it’s not a shrink I need,
But a spiritual intervention.
With familiar faces
And the comforts of home –
OR the forsaken places
That I may roam.
Angels protecting and reporting
To God
As I wander through life
Like a stray dog .
Catch me if I’m falling
Reaching for the other side –
When the Black Dog’s barking,
The fearless run and hide.
Catch me if I’m drowning
On the incoming tide.
Watching my world unravel
Right before my eyes
Maybe destiny
Until the inevitable demise.
My actions are louder
Than words of reprise –
My heart’s a fool
And the brain’s in denial,
Feels like my conscience
Is always on trial
And the weight of the pressure
Inhibits my smile.
Too late to reverse
Decisions made –
The ones that leave me
Alone and afraid,
So I’ll continue to
Roll with the punches a while.
Put on a brave face
To mask the pain,
and duck and weave attention –
I feel it’s not a shrink I need,
But a spiritual intervention.
Published 22nd Nov 2011
| Edited 10th Feb 2013
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11th Apr 2012 5:51pm
25th Jun 2012 11:26pm
I think you have captured what it feels like to be depressed perfectly. The Black Dog is a time honoured metaphor for depression. You express yourself so well, my friend. I hope you are in a happier place now. At least until the next time the Black dog comes a calling.
