Walking The Dog


I have a black dog
I hide away from people
In his lightless kennel
He would attack them
Savage them to death
Given half a chance

But some days
I have to walk the dog
No choice I’m afraid
Roles suddenly switch
He becomes the top dog
It’s his turn to take the lead

His loss and pain exposed
I can never fail but love him
Despite his murderous eyes
After a walk, perhaps a bark or two
He can be mastered once more
Kennelled in the silence

In the end though
He is my only companion
My only reliable friend
I call him Consolation
Even on the blackest of days he reminds me
There’s always death to look forward to

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on January 15, 2012, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 27 Comments.

  1. sarahjaneprosetry

    Reminds me of what I think of as my storms. Though yesterday I was given the tools to lessen them.

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  2. I believe depression is a terrible thing to suffer from.

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    • It can be very isolating. Often also very creative. A lot of artists of all types have owned up to suffering times of depression. And I think almost everyone has some times and some level of depression, yet it is often hidden away from others’ sight,

      “He can be mastered once more
      Kennelled in the silence”

      I appreciate your comment, Denise.


  3. This is really a great poem, yes, there are things worse than death. Ethel

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    • Thank you, Ethel. Initially there was so little response to my posting this that I began to think I had misjudged it. I reread it over and over again to see what was wrong. Instead I love it more and more as days go by so it’s nice to have some confirmation. More readers are raising their heads and I am relieved.


  4. Wow. Astounding. Such a lovely dark thought, Ben

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    • Thank you for your appreciation. To quote Mr Dylan

      “And every one of them words rang true
      And glowed like burnin’ coal
      Pourin’ off of every page
      Like it was written in my soul from me to you
      Tangled up in blue”


  5. One of the best Dylan songs I listen to over and over again.

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  6. Brilliant, I do get it…thank you friend.

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  7. Love the analogy. It is rough to take one’s black dog for a walk but if not done the black dog can become unmanageable & feels such wrath if neglected. I wonder why it is so difficult to spend the necessary time with the black dog. It must be the unknown time limit that it will need.

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  8. There is a lot of darkness and sadness in this world. Words that seem to say I give up and only look forward to the end. It’s depression at its best. I know the words well when I read them.

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  9. My,you have our friend to a T, especially the last line. I try to avoid eye contact with him. Thank you for this poem, hand of friendship, knod of knowledge. It touched me.

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