Bandaid: A Collection Of Poems

Black dog

I'll pant and whine in your ear
Until you notice that I'm here
Sometimes you rub my black paws
Other times you ignore me because
I make you numb, scared, and sad
I don't like to make you feel bad
It's hard for me to understand why
When you pet me you start to cry
I try to stray from you at times
But you are my paradigm
My presence seems to make you ill
Because to you, I am Bastille
A guarded fortress, a prison cell
I make your life a living hell
But once you go and feed a stray
Its hard to make them go away
I will always come back for more
A black dog waiting at your door