The Stray Black Dog

It’s been seven years.
Seven years but the pain is still as fresh and raw as if it happened yesterday.
A black dog walks in my shadow.
I like dogs but I can not care for them.
I pat them and instantly want to wash my hands.
This one will not go away no matter what I do.
I throw it a stick. “Go fetch dog!”
But he always comes back.
“Fuck off. Leave me alone. Go home!”
But he barks and smiles with a twinkle in his eyes that says, “I am home”.
He licks at my wounds but they do not heal.
He lays at my feet and I realise he is never going to leave.

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3 Responses to The Stray Black Dog

  1. I really like that, or I don’t??? It definetly evokes a feeling. Great poem.

  2. Reblogged this on Charliecountryboy's Blog and commented:
    I can’t class myself as a great poetry aficionado but I think this really hits the spot.

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