Black Dog

Sitting.

Waiting.

Staring, eyes unblinking.

It lurks in the shadows,
Out of visions range.

You sense it,
Feel it, taste it,

Know it’s coming.
See it dancing in the shadows.
Your heart starts pounding.

It launches,

Attacks,

Biting, snarling,

Ripping, tearing,
You heart, your soul

Darkness surrounds
You fight, you yell.
The struggle begins.

Sobbing, weary.
Battered, broken.

You look up to see
A glimmer of light on the way.
A sign of hope, of love.

It stalks away.

Slightly weaker, beaten again.
It prepares for the next round.
Knowing, taunting.
....

Sitting.

Waiting.