Leash. A poem.

A vague and secondary feeling
Unkempt and untrusting
Creeping through my head
Like an uninvited stranger
And yet so familiar

Just as I’m feeling good
about myself and my world
The black dog bites me
A subtle reminder
Of his taut, choking leash

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2 thoughts on “Leash. A poem.

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  1. You have so much light in you
    sometimes you can even glow
    That black dog wants a piece of you
    probably you already know
    It needs to be quiet and to be alone
    so show it the way back to the cave
    it needs to be docile and trained
    it’d be better for him learn to behave.

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