Saturday, 18 November 2017

Those Black Dog Days...



Those black dog days

Where no matter if it's bad things or glad things

The mind morphs everything into sad things

And the tears roll

Where the outside world's even scarier

And the hustle and bustle makes life feel blurrier

And out of control

Where self-confidence is lacking

And people's haggling, slagging and backstabbing

Is taking its toll

Where everyone bleats 'there, there'

But their telephone tone says 'don't care'

It's just a pre-recorded drone

Where no place feels like your safe place

And people's faces are ramraiding your airspace

And you've no concept of home

Where everything about you is imploding

And not trusting people is obstructing the offloading

And you're tired, empty and cold

Where you're smiling but you are lying

You wear and share it to stop people prying

So they'll leave you alone

Where simply breathing is leaving you breathless

And the one wish on your wish list reads death wish

And hopelessness is your chaperone

Those days

It's just one of those days

Those Black Dog Days




Poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard 

4 comments:

  1. Gorgeous. And eerie. And angsty. And right on point.
    As always. <3

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  2. Simply amazing Lynn and so so accurate. xxx

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