Holding hands with misery <br />we walk through mist <br />heading towards <br />nowhere. <br /> <br />Stroking the Black Dog <br />I kiss it's muzzle, <br />embrace cold heartbeat, <br />walk it by my side. <br /> <br />Making love to despair <br />we swim in sorrow <br />gently lapping teardrops <br />like waves. <br /> <br />Playing fetch with the Black Dog <br />it retrieves, then runs <br />away with my smile <br />until tomorrow. <br /> <br />20/6/08<br /><br />Viola Grey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-dog-3/
