Black Dog

You wandered into my yard, so innocent and such a baby yet over the years you have continued to grow. You’ve grown into a potential killer, a destroyer of men.

I’ve gotten better at keeping the gate closed, but you still pace up and down waiting for your opportunity. An unrelenting hunger, driven and determined.

Breathlessness and shear terror engulfs me when you’re around. Irrationally, as I have met you many times and know of the darkness that you possess. Motivation to do anything leaves me, even though action will ease this pain. I forget who I am and the strength and desire that lives inside me.

Nothing but time will make you go walkabout. There is comfort in that, eventually this torment will pass and life goes on. Just have to wait it out, and enjoy the good times until you inevitably return.

You always find your way home.

The fence will be bigger next time.

Next time.