Like A WolfMature

The black dog

More like a wolf


Over my head

Such darkness it brings


Manages to lighten up the mood

With a shoot of energy

Over the top



And it scares me

Because I know there’s something

Deeply wrong

And yet

The medical profession

Shake their heads

No no no

It’s just a social phobia

Or so they say

Nothing to do with that

Oh no

Don’t be silly

But how can they be so sure

How can they ever know

Of the stuff

Going on

Inside my head?

The End

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