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Depression is a black dog of grief and pain, large and showing its teeth

Updated on March 28, 2012

Black dog of depression will get you one day!

Black dogs will find you, don't let them sink their teeth in.

Black dog of dark days be gone from me,

the hounds of hell snap at my feet.

I feel the pull towards the peace,

but havoc and noise is what I meet.


You can not choose what greets you each day,

only how to fight, in the sun or the shade,

bring it on , black hound of pain,

for when love smiles, you will be done.


I can not think, concentrate, breathe,

I stumble in to the pain in my head,

tripping at your feet black dog,

but my child smiles and then you are dead.


One day you will be gone,you will wake no more,

But for now you have my courage on the floor.


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    Emma 4 years ago from UK

    Sorry for the delay, I have been away.

    I agree, we need to learn coping mechanisms for our emotions.

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    Fikayo Balogun 4 years ago from London

    This poem is a great Metaphor for depression. Many people fear stray dogs and when it's black, it heighten the fear. it is true that we can to a degree not control what greats us in the morning but how we choose to react to it is our choice.

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    Emma 5 years ago from UK

    I also have a 13 year old, almost 14 year old dog and I totally understand the feeling of dread that they will not be with us forever. I hope that time is further away than we both worry.x

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    Eileen Hughes 5 years ago from Northam Western Australia

    Depression is bad, and I dread when the time comes for my Titan to pass on his way to go traveling in the sky. Thanks for sharing

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    Emma 6 years ago from UK

    It truly is Steve. I have found that I either get a day where I am so elated and bubbly people think I am on drugs. No I take nothing like that. Or bad days where it physically hurts to be that low.

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    Steve Mitchell 6 years ago from Cambridgeshire

    You are so right ''you cannot choose what greets you each day'' All I know is that it can be so hard to stay in the fight against this horrible condition. It is unfortunately a bi product of modern life.

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    Emma 6 years ago from UK

    Thank you so much Aphrodite Venus. I have never had much confidence in my Poetry, even though it was the strongest part of my English A level.

    It means a lot to have my peers compliment my poetry. X

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    Aphrodite Venus 6 years ago from Orlando

    Very nice work:) vote up awesome. You describe depression very well.

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    Emma 6 years ago from UK

    Thank you Calpol my friend. Depression is like a ruck sack ful of concrete when you are trying to swim. Hope yours leaves you x

    Thank you also for the lovely compliment.

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    Callum 6 years ago from Edinburgh, Scotland, UK (At Home With My Wonderful Partner)

    This poem explains so much, I have suffered with depression for almost three years and to sum up depression in any topic is one of the hardest things to do yet your poem is fantastic and literally does sum it up so well that many will envy your talent.

    I love it thank you for sharing this x :)

    Best Regards Calpol25