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 This poem highlights my personal, internal conflict, with depression.
On many occasions, it nearly won.
Fortune has smiled upon me now, and although I still fight it, it has less power.
With God in my corner and with the help I have sought out, my loving family and friends, psychologists and counsellors, I now have more happy days than bad.
 
Again, enjoy. 

The Black Dog

 
 
Rough, coarse fur, hackled and wild

Ears laid back, it hunts for child

Gnashing white fangs, dripping and slick

Eager to pierce throats, break necks with a "click"

 

Sleek body, tense, muscles all rippled

It hunts to maim, lives to make crippled

Black, hollow eyes, fixed on it's prey

Slowly stalking souls, scared of the day

 

Ready to pounce, tear to bloody shreds

It's only your feelings, it's all in your head

Evil, it's knowing, all that is done

It hasn't forgotten, nor forgiven, anyone

 

Claw laden paws, scratching the dust

Moving ever closer, to quench it's bloodlust

Innocent bodies, lay by the wayside

Victims of own hand, Black Dog Suicide

 

No one way to kill it, to extinguish it's life

See Doctors and Psychs, now put down that knife!

Medicine and therapy, are all good tools

Don't eat the whole bottle and die like a fool!

 

Friends and family, people you trust

Reach out to someone, reach out you must!

Your head is your enemy, a mind filled with fog

Stop this shit now and kill the Black Dog!
 
K.Andrew. 11/10/09

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» left by Yasmine from Brisbane, Australia (10 days 1 hour ago.)
Reader Rating: 5 out of 5
Hi Kian,
 
Black Dog is a very good description of depression. As you know, I have had my own personal wars with the Black Dog and they are certainly not fun.
 
Let's hope one day we can 'bury' it for good.
 
Yasmine

» left by Kian Ultan Andrew (153)
Kian Ultan Andrew
(9 days 12 hours ago.)

Yasmine,
 
Thank you, I do dream of one day being depression free.
 I believe it is something that I will need to continue some form of maintenance on, for sometime yet.
My acceptance is half the job won.
Maintaining a balanced perspective and positive, healthy relationships, will go a long way towards a fulfilling, healthy and happy lifestyle.
 
I pray my long battles are over.
 
Kian.

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» left by Sarah Bryson (21) (9 days 3 hours ago.)
I hesitate to say that I enjoyed your piece, although I did. Not because it's not a fitting description of depression, but because it IS. I pray that you one day will be depression free. To this day, I still have bouts of depression, but not to the extent I did as a teenager and a twenty something. My thoughts are with you on your journey to slay The Black Dog.

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» left by Kian Ultan Andrew (153)
Kian Ultan Andrew
(8 days 19 hours ago.)

Thank you, very much, Sarah.
 
It means a great deal to me, that someone can relate, on a personal level.
I agree with you in regards to this poem.
The fact that it "IS", I believe, saved me, from myself and my "Dog".
 
I too, still suffer from time to time.
Having now, an outlet, to express and explore, my feelings, is wonderful 'therapy' for me. I truly appreciate your thoughts.
 
Kind regards,
 
Kian.

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» left by David Pekrul (3,717)
David Pekrul
(4 days 19 hours ago.)

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Very dark, yet with a glimmer of hope near the end.

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» left by Kian Ultan Andrew (153)
Kian Ultan Andrew
(4 days 17 hours ago.)

Thanks David,
 
it is, indeed, very dark!
Thank you for reading, I am trying to write 'brighter stuff', it will come, at the moment I will just let 'it' come out in 'it's' own time.
 
There is hope, this I hold, nay, grip to, so very tight!

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