Things don’t always play out as we would like
leaving little or no room, but lots of rope
just what is not wanted for this frame of mind
when for those who are inclined
to follow the bark of Black Dog
and question the reality of any God.
How to make them aware that there is
a hand of friendship, if they can find the strength
within themselves to go in search.
For the outsider looking in all they see is a dark veil
a veil of evil a devil in disguise.
Never having been in such a position
it is hard to quantify the feeling
of utter disbelief, we can of course offer
to sit and share in their grief, yet respect their right to privacy.
Which is where this poem should end.
(c) Chris Black 2017.