Poem -
the black dog
i feel so alone. i am not. Alone.
in a room full of people i dwell in the corner
dragged down, mounted to the floor by
The Weight.
the light surrendered, snuffed out in my eyes
Darkness-surrounding me-
i am not happy. i am happy.
my thoughts have grown wicked.
my throat has gone dry.
i laugh.
i am not okay.
i Love.
I will be okay
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Comments
It's a very 'in the moment' write. Well done and great title.Β
Very powerful! Quite impressive Emily Dickenson type of work? Keep it upΒ
I felt some real emotion in this...
Sir Winston Churchill used to talk about the 'Black dog ' of depression and it's a phrase I have used myself as I think it perfectly describes that weighty load depression puts on the body and soul. Nicely descriptive with clear imagery. It's good that Β whilst recognising that all is NOT well ...you end on a positive note. Well thought out!Β
Lodigiana x
I feel like that black dog sometimes...great poem.
Interesting and well done.
John