Poetry Corner: Black Dog of Mine

It hurts, you know
This black dog of mine
I ache all over
In my very bones
My joints grind and grate
I am princess
Whose bed is full of peas

I try to tell people
It is not vague
Or in my head
It blurs my thoughts
And I forget
Nothing changes in me

Drugs haven’t worked
Vodka failed as well
Cannabis is bad for you
The doctors’ stuff is worse
I guess nothing is wrong
If there is no cure
Said it once, no one heard


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