Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Black Dog

They found it tethered by the wall,

Its eyes bleeding impotent fury,

Its thunderous growl just audible,

In the bitter cud of consciousness.

A red eyed devil looming over you,

In a stench of blind indifference.

They found you, all tangled up in knots,

A mess of broken wings, tattered feathers,

Whispering some song of anguish,

Tearing at slipped down slithers of soul,

Slowly, slowly, breaking down;

Until nothing remained

Save for a serene absence of will.

John Stocks

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