The Visit - Poem by Roger Costello
When the BLACK DOG comes he sweeps in fast.
'Your not expecting me today' he sayes
then proceed's to tear me to shreds.
Up the Mountain and down the Valley
through the Ditch, up the Alley.
Ripping and Tearing to its hearts content
on me Its joy it will vent.
When Its finished It goes away, ready to return, another day.
I lay In the wreckage empty and hollow.
full of pain, full of sorrow.
Trying to find a way to AVOID tommorow.
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