ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

BLACK DOG

The dog is there.
Oh it is there, alright.
It sits growling in the dark,
restless with a lifeless stare.
I can't see it but it's there.
Oh yes, it's there at night.
I can feel its putrid breath
as it tugs upon the chain.
It must be kept restrained,
for it will tear at the throat
of sensibilities;
of rationalities;
of possibilities;
It needs to be sedated.
It must be kept contained.
The black dog is always there
it is fear;
it is despair;
It is a pall;
And though hate it as I must,
my loathing is matched only
by the unrelenting blood lust
of the blackest dog of all.

Copyright (c) Allan Cropper November 2015

Well done Allan. Possibly being able to write these things or read them is a step towards healing, sort of takes it from the core of experience towards the edge of experience, if that makes sense.

Well put Allan. I'm sure many could relate to your words.

Heather

Been through it Allan and sometimes, still sense it out there.
Good one.
Wazza

Thanks Neville, Heather and Wazza

One in four suffer a mental illness at some stage of life, and thankfully for most it is short lived or overcome.