The Black Dog

They call it the black dog
It's a euphemism, you see
It's not even close; it's something
With which you don't want to be.

It is a downward spiral
Into a deep dark hole
And it feels like it'll never end
As deeper inside you go

There is a hollow feeling
In the middle of your chest
And despite that emptiness
It feels as heavy as lead

Gone is your appetite
For both food and for life
And as for your sleep;
It evades you through the night

You lose interest in everything
Even what you'd enjoy
Work and play become a drag
To escape which, you use every ploy

You stay away from friends
With excuses of being busy
And call in sick from work
With stomach bugs and feeling dizzy

You start to loathe yourself
And stare at a future bleak
When loved ones try to comfort
To them, you refuse to speak

Finally the answer hits you
This life ain't worth living
With nothing left to hope for
What better than it ending?

Once you have that single thought
That idea of ending it all
A plan slowly beings to form
In your mind it begins to crawl

Alas my friend, the secret though
Is not to kill yourself
To get rid of this black dog
You need to face your inner hell

Go and see a therapist
If needed, get some meds
Get back into life's routines
And start to meet your friends

It'll be a long and bumpy road
Through your journey on the mend
This big black dog called Depression
For it to finally end...

***This was written for One Single Impression Prompt 161: Hollow***

Until next time,

Cheers!!!