Nick Vranich

The Black Dog - Poem by Nick Vranich

While still a teen
And searching for
A path through my own fog
I found a freind for life
And named him The Black Dog

I chased him
Then him me
I'd walk while he would run
The game we played was keep away
A game he often won

I washed him
And kept him well fed
He was always by my side
The Black Dog my companion
From his demands I could not hide

In darkened room
With blinds drawn tight
I rest upon my chair
The Black Dog sits beside me
As I gently stroke his hair

He looks at me
With large sad eyes
As I return his gaze
The Black Dog seems to talk to me
In the most unusual ways

Now I wish
He'd run away
The Black Dog I called my friend
He robs me of my happiness
Bad luck he seems to send

The Black Dog
That I speak of
Is not a pet you see
He's the quiet desperation
That lives inside of me

Nick Vranich

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 20, 2008

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