I know the sun is shining, and the blossom in full bloom
But an air of deep depression permeates this room
The ‘black dog’, Churchill called it; I can understand just why
It’s by no means unfamiliar; a common passer-by
It’s not a welcome visitor, nor did it ask permission
To come and lodge a while, so I eye it with suspicion
It has visited before, this dark presence in my brain
Oh, how I bid it leave me and not return again.
Ellie Thompson's World 
Beautiful !!
Thank you, J. Xx 🦢💕
I am relating Ellie! This is really relatable!
Thank you very much, Carol anne. I hope you are well. Xx 🦢
Just getting by, not feeling the best night very out of sorts 💗💗😁
Thinking of you xx 🦢💖
Thanks Ellie 💜💜
If this is literal, I hope it’s gone in the morning.
Thank you, Jeff. I do, too, but as I said to Ann, my feelings seem to go up and down like a yoyo lately. 🦢
This is such a poignant poem, and I’m sure one most of us can relate to. (I hadn’t realized that it was Churchill who first referred to depression as a black dog. It’s a very good description!) May that dog’s visits be few and very, very brief.
Thank you, Ann. I’m sure many people can relate to this at some point in their lives. I’ve always thought that the ‘black dog’ label for depression was very accurate, too. I hope it’s visit will be brief, also. I seem to be up and down like a yoyo these days. X 🦢🌷
Beautiful.
Out damn spot!!!
Absolutely, Granny. Thank you xxx 🦢💕
Wonderfully described Ellie ❤️
Thank you very much, Kate. I appreciate your comment Xx 🦢🌷💗
Interesting poem!!
Surprisingly short.
Thanks, Devang. I know I usually write a lot more. However, this poem seemed to be sufficient for me to express my feelings in this case. I’m glad you liked it, though … Ellie 🦢🌹🕊
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Thank you, Cherryl. X 🦢🌹💛
I’ve been visited most of my adult life by the black dog. Sometimes he stays so long I feel like we have become friends and he sits on my head at night pressing it into the pillow. I hope you can fight your way out and your therapist has some ways to help you through this (temporary) dark patch.
I’m sorry you’re as familiar as I am with the black dog. I completely identify with him sitting on your head in that manner. I feel the same, especially first thing in the morning when I can’t face the world. My therapist is lovely (unlike the last one I had, but that’s a whole other story from a few years ago now). I have a lot of trust in her and know that as long as I put the hard work in, she will help me to come out the other side and be able to see the light again. Thanks again, dear Bridgette, for your comforting words, sharing and your kind heart … Ellie Xx 🦢🤗💕
So artfully crafted. Great imagery and rhyming scheme.
I hope you fed the dog and sent it on its way by now.
Thank you, Sam. I love the idea of feeding the dog and sending it on its way; however, it seems a little reluctant to go right now. Hopefully, it will leave soon. X 🦢
Replace it with the swan you’ve been bringing around lately.
Love it! X 🦢😊
Some of the most powerful poems, Ellie, are ones that use few words. This is one of them. I had forgotten about Churchill’s reference to the Black Dog. Hopefully it’s visits are becoming less frequent.
Thanks for commenting, Davy. I’ve always connected Churchill with that phrase. It just sticks in my head. I’m not having a brilliant day today, but hopefully, tomorrow will be better.