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The Black Dog

The Black Dog followed me

from desperation's pit

his shadow terrified me

my circuitous route

set him adrift

the healing ongoing

bubbling cauldron of the mind

now damaged

old leather suitcases

the lead laden baggage

dragged along silently

alone yet afraid

to dip the toe into the lake

of deeper waters

the unknown possibilities

of accompanied bliss

or recluse

I freeze in fear of rejection

or acceptance


United Kingdom
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About the creator

Nelson Linscott

Maine born and raised, a product of the 1960's, liberal thinker, writer, photographer, poet, book collector, fountain pen enthusiast, amateur historian, reader, Beat Generation Follower, cancer...