The Black Dog (dig your way out)

When buried deep, too deep for light,
Too deep to see, too deep to fight,
We wonder why we bother to dig,
When mind’s eye does’nt give a fig.

Being down the pundits say,
Is just a part of every day,
To trivialize and pat my head,
Cannot me help, cannot be said.

All I want is a shovel to be given,
Oh where is one when Im driven,
Self pity’s a hole, a hole dug deep,
Depression’s the dirt, the dirt comes cheap.

Help, it comes in many ways,
Sure , help it comes ,comes most days,
And sanity is linked to friends I love,
Friends I love in every way.
They hand me a shovel and say " dig now ",
" Throw the dirt to one side,
We’ll show you how. "

Still despite, the spectre returns,
Overstays it’s welcome, so intense it burns,
Depression is the dirt, Im buried in deep,
Hand me a shovel so I can sleep.

The Black Dog (dig your way out)

mick8585

Melbourne, Australia

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Artist's Description

For all you sufferers who get a visit from the black dog.
A trite little ditty I turned out in 1998 to get through it all. (a TIP FOR ALL AND SUNDRY,USE THE SHOVEL ON THE DOG)

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