I’m tired but I slept

most of the day.

Why do they call it

The Black Dog?

Is this yet again our

human way of

destroying “black” animals?

Cats are unlucky

Dogs are depression,

the personification of how

much your life

sucks.

 

But how does a dog

equate to the mind

falling apart?

My mind is scarred.

My heart hurts

but it isn’t a dog,

a black dog,

my demons aren’t demons

but pain of lost loves

my demons are the faces

of the angels that left

holes in my soul.

They are the flickers

of a flame, incomplete

without their spark.

 

I’m tired but it isn’t

a dog or unlucky cat

barking in my ears.

It is sadness.

A pit that one is meant

to fill, throw earth on

place flowers at

and walk away.

 

But instead the void

deepens and darkens

and time crawls slowly

to its pitiful end.

 

I am tired

and spend my time

filling in bottomless holes.