Dog Days Poem by Matthew Holloway
Dog Days
Thoughts meander
Aimless without direction
The heart weeps
And the soul sinks
The days draw out
In agonising procession
Days like these
Come around too often
Dog days I call them
Where the shadows converge
And depression sets in
It kills the spirit
It breaks the knees
Till all that's left
Are those words
Which plead, plead, plead
Save me, Set me free
Heal me, Let me be
Help me breathe
Help me see
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