He senses darkness,
Won’t go away,
The black dog no-one sees.
He senses darkness,
Ever present,
The grey cloud, on his knees.
He senses darkness,
With him only,
Talking as he walks.
He senses darkness,
The black dog barks,
In the road there is a fork.
He senses darkness,
It frustrates him,
No matter which turn he takes.
He senses darkness,
It’s driving him,
The traffic, it awakes.
He senses darkness,
It’s telling him,
It’s time to make a choice.
He senses darkness,
It’s willing him,
But with that there’s a voice.
The voice, it tells him,
“Away the lead,”
Let black dog roam free.
He senses light,
Omnipresent,
As he lets black dog
Off the lead.
He senses light,
Overwhelming,
He turns…,
And there…
Is me.
For those suffering from depression and living in Australia, the following are good places to find support groups that can help:-
sensualism 
This is beautiful.
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Love it. Everyone has to love Labradors.
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Thanks for the like and the follow – my labrador agrees with your sentiment.
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A Labrador will agree with anything if it loves you! Unconditional love it what Labradors give.
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Glad you agree. Kahlua, my choc lab (sitting by my side) provides just that!
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What a great name for your lab, might I add.
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NB: Please be aware this piece is about depression, the ‘black dog,’ not dogs per se. However, all comments are appreciated and I thank you for them.
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