The chase

Big black dog, nipping at my heals.

I know you.

You chase me.

Bite me.

Catch me. 

Smother me.

Your weight is more than I can bare. 

We fight. 

Wrestle.

I run. You chase. 

I hide. You sniff me out.

If I’m inside, you’re outside. 

If I’m outside; you’re inside,

waiting to pounce. 

Big black dog, nipping at my heals.

Can we be friends?

Can you give me peace?

Only when I lose myself where I can’t find me. 

*Doyle used the phrase ‘the black dog’ as a metaphor for depression in his Sherlock stories. Many times Watson refers to Holmes being chased by it. Google says that it was popularized by Winston Churchill. 

idle thoughts — ravensweald

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