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The Black Dog
Black Dog visits me on Monday
because I hate my job so much?
He ne'er seems to come on Sunday
But for today, I'm in his clutch
I never crave the human kin
but for three weeks not a spoken a word
But oft as not, four walls close in
And my latest distraction absurd
Daily ritual, I unlock the door
As if someone will come
but smalltalk is such a bore.
With all of them, I am done
I didn't come here for acceptance
Just to sip a glass of wine
To hear my voice in a room once more.
To slowly pass the time
I ask for no forgiveness
And none given in return
I only wish to share some warmth
And watch the fire burn
Names are reserved for friends
Of which I'm sure I'm not
What you call me matters little
Just pour me another shot
Some call me Dad, some call me Son
Colleague, Lover, Friend
Today just call me nothing
while I wait for the dark to end
As soon as my Black Dog leaves
you know I will be on my way
Just grant me this small indulgence
So I'll fight another day.
because I hate my job so much?
He ne'er seems to come on Sunday
But for today, I'm in his clutch
I never crave the human kin
but for three weeks not a spoken a word
But oft as not, four walls close in
And my latest distraction absurd
Daily ritual, I unlock the door
As if someone will come
but smalltalk is such a bore.
With all of them, I am done
I didn't come here for acceptance
Just to sip a glass of wine
To hear my voice in a room once more.
To slowly pass the time
I ask for no forgiveness
And none given in return
I only wish to share some warmth
And watch the fire burn
Names are reserved for friends
Of which I'm sure I'm not
What you call me matters little
Just pour me another shot
Some call me Dad, some call me Son
Colleague, Lover, Friend
Today just call me nothing
while I wait for the dark to end
As soon as my Black Dog leaves
you know I will be on my way
Just grant me this small indulgence
So I'll fight another day.
Published 25th Jul 2012
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26th Jul 2012 00:26am
This piece speaks to something primordial within me maybe its the recognition of some emotions behind the descriptions in your piece. A very good piece.
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
26th Jul 2012 10:29am
Thank you, Gypsy. The Black Dog is an age old metaphor for depression. It's kind of ironic that I can only write about it when I am not in his clutches.
