Dog Called Depression Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

Why does this black dog follow me around
Lurking in the darkness waiting to scrounge
Ready to scavenge my flesh and my bones
Just sits there and stares will never go home

Looking for something but I know not what
For I have nothing and that's all I've got
Beast of the night, what is it that it wants
It does show it's teeth it growls and it pants

It only appears when I am so sad
How does it know when my heart is not glad
Though it's not friendly it can be my friend
'Suppose one could call it a companion

Your time will come and you will have your day
For I'm so tired of this life anyway