Black Dog (Sorrow Poem)
All my life I have been visited by a black dog,
Who brings dark thoughts of death and dying.
Escape a coward’s way out in the light of day,
But no light penetrates this emptiness now.
The decisions I make and the people I lead,
Who trust and respect the results I achieve,
The family I love and the life that I lead,
Make the challenge of now so damn hard.
Sometimes this crazy seems sensible to me,
In the insecurity of fear that stalks me now,
But a mystery amazing to the people I love,
This secret unknown in my private distance.
When the black dog leaves my fears recede,
But I always remember him with respect,
And wait for the day when he will return,
And hope that he leaves before I escape.
poem by Ian Beckett
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