For those who are also dealing with Depression/Anxiety you may find this consoling & enlightening. I did. Dave. Dallas Nyberg (3.10.2014) I don’t want to keep rabbiting on about my depression issues, but you might find this interesting. Back in 2008 I sought help with my problem and during one of these sessions the psychologist suggested that I write my thoughts and fears down. I ended up writing a poem instead - remember I wrote this back when my depression was full on. It’s called “The Black Dog”. THE BLACK DOG There’s a black dog scratching at my door – demanding to come in Although I try to ignore him – the black dog always wins. Once inside he haunts my soul and dictates my thoughts and deeds and like a fool I heed him and pander to his greed. Those who’ve never met him would doubt his presence here They scoff his very mention and scold my tears and fears Little do they realise that my world is falling down and they just dismiss my feelings and ignore that I’m around. Late at night the black dog lurks and hinders me from rest depression overwhelms me and my heart sinks in my chest The tears I cry are done alone – and pray – never in a crowd for a man to cry is just not done – such weakness – not allowed Get a grip the wise ones cry – grow up and act your age Only you can fix it – just turn another page! If it was that simple then it would be done and dusted But the black dog says “Pay no heed – no one’s to be trusted” So on it goes each dreary day – this world of pain and sorrow, I just wish I could go to sleep and not wake up tomorrow but the black dog’s bark will bring me back to endure another day where my sun has lost its wondrous shine and my sky is dank and grey. I have a sinking feeling that the black dog has a plan that will test the very fibre of this backward sliding man He will of course suggest that I just end this stupid life and he will then simply wander off and destroy another’s life. Until then I must pay him heed and succumb to his demands and resign myself to tears and fears and make no worthwhile plans and when my time on earth is done and my wasted life’s gone cold You’ll have no need to feed my dog – he has feasted on my soul.
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 09:55:08 +0000
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