DepressMode

I hear the black dog..
somewhere in
corridors
of my mind..
he whimpers but..
the elephant in the room
hides from view 
makes me ignore stuff
till its too late..
I search for him..
passage after passage
door by door..wishing
to quench his greed..
scold this behavior..
but never find where
he rests between..
the normality
and the extraordinary..
perhaps a titbit of enjoyment
will settle him..
Albeit briefly..
I sense those
mournful eyes..
I really must try to unleash him
if I could but find him
in the corrodors of my mind