Marco D'Alessandro

Rookie (16 / Hobart, Australia)

The Black Dog - Poem by Marco D'Alessandro

When I left,
I felt like running,
As I arrived,
The black dog nagged,

He always wants to play,
and he knows,
In a dog way,
That I will succumb;

To his dark charisma,
Sometimes, I walk away,
Unaffected by his spell,
Or with a scattered mind;

But I think, today,
I will stay and play for a while,
Somehow, it's an indulgence,
It doesn't ask for my opinion;
It's just there.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 20, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 20, 2011

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