He sits by my side.
He is loyal.
Always there but so disobedient.
I want him to go away.
He looks at me. Is it devotion?
I am devoid of emotion.
He is so black; he absorbs my life.
His breath on my neck.
Colder than death.
His weight on my shoulders.
He holds me down.
I need to escape. To run free alone.
He is too loyal; I am his home.
He is inside me.
Saturated by darkness.
He is loyal.
I am never alone.
Louise - sorry to hear that your black dog never gives you a break. My own visits me on a regular basis, but leaves me in the knowledge that his temporary presence will be just that. Check out my own 'Black Dog' on this site, which I see as a light at the end of a tunnel.
Rob
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Robert Mann
Tue 13th Jun 2017 01:11
Louise - not sure you ever did read my version of 'Black Dog', but here's the link - https://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=36121
Hope you find a light in the darkness.
Rob