The black dog bites
When the black dog bites,
You know it’s a bitch
it’s like a slap from an evil witch.
Sometimes you can’t shake it no matter how hard you fight.
The pain can hit you day or night
It’s an annoying scratch you just can’t itch.
When the black dog gets a hold
It can make you feel slow and old.
The darkness may last a minute or hover like a cloud
it can often be an adventurous journey on the dark side of the street
But, maybe I should move from the shadows to the bright side of the road
It often takes courage, effort and ability to be bold.
The Black Dog doesn’t always win
Sometimes I can see the black dog coming and give it the slip.
if I keep moving it can’t catch me, & I wont let it in.
When I feel the black dog sneaking up
I stare it down and laugh and sing
I wont let that bitch take over and ruin anything
The Black dog; it’s bark can be worse than it’s bite
Sometimes the fear of the dark wich approaching can be perilously paralysing
keeping it away is an ongoing fight,
that often takes all my might.
So, I keep alert (but, not alarmed) and listen out for the evil snarl
if I sense it coming I throw it a black cat bone,
and hope it will leave me alone
The Black Dog, it’s out of mind and out of sight.
My heart is strong and brain is right.
Fun with friends and time in the sun
helps make me feel cheery and bright.
Wont be singing the blues today
I’m OK, if I’m alright.
SC – Monday, 22 September 2014