Linger Longer. A poem.

Why do I always linger
longer in this place?
Why do I capitulate to my
black dog space?
I throw the stick for him
and he brings it back
for me to beat myself again,
so he can jump and laugh
and grin.

This field of pain and torpor,
where my muddied feet
are caught in errant stupor,
where my constant aches
and cravings for self-hate
feed my empty belly
in an immolating feast.

I have fed so well
upon these tasty fears,
perhaps I will linger longer here.
Until my will is done
and all that I hold dear
is gone

Until I linger longer here, again
in darkened fields with
formless friends.

My first book of poetry, The All or the Nothing, is available now as an e-book from most online distributors. To find out more, click here.

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