Black DogA Poem by red.evangelinethis - wretched thing this - ghost of a shadow of a thing this - nameless thing that stalks me, has stalked me since the white blur of childhood optimism passed me by, taking with it the righteous and all-powerful God that was supposed to protect me, this - creature, a strange and familiar Black Dog half-starved and reeking of desperation reeking of humanity and utters only a silent shriek of unbelongingness, Hell of all Hells, and I recognize in it the same terrible longing for Home that echoes always in the deep corners of my mind
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