It's the ticking, ticking of the clock
I'm alone again unnaturally
And I hear the black dog
Growling, sneering at me
It doesn't go away
As I close my eyes
I will still see
The black dog
Growling, sneering at me
Even if it leaves today
It will be back soon anyway.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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