Amanda Reid


The Black Dog - Poem by Amanda Reid

The thoughts inside my head are dark,
it's the black dog and his bark.
From this torture; I can no longer be free,
For you see my death is all that can save me.
As I draw another breath,
I long for it to bring me death.
In darkness I live each day,
My grip on life has begun to fray.
This beast inside me has won the fight,
this grip; I can no more, hold on so tight.
This Black Dog has torn me apart,
time has now lapsed, and this evil I cannot outsmart.

By Amanda Reid


Poet's Notes about The Poem

The poem is one of many written during a time of deep depression in my life

Comments about The Black Dog by Amanda Reid

  • Gold Star - 8,837 Points Douglas Scotney (8/19/2014 8:51:00 PM)

    I hope its a consolation, Amanda, that you share those thoughts with others. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 15,915 Points John Westlake (8/19/2014 8:29:00 PM)

    This poem reminds me of the legendary black shuck, a demon dog who's sighting is said to bring death by the end of the year to those who see it. I pray that this is not about him and that your dark times either are ending or have ended. Am here if you want to talk (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 17, 2014

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 17, 2014


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