Loneliness; a can kicked at twilight, sound of the ting, tang, clang; empty streets.
Resonance echo's in the heart, darkness closes the cloaked intruder in obscurity.
I know him well; he dogs life; slipping unbidenned to mar one's humour.
He brings the submission of desperation; futile feeling; head against the wall.
In triumphs his whispering implys illusion, nothing is achieved.
Some call him black dog, I the Shade, heavily hooded, mirage for a face.
Drinking to silence insidious voice, compounding worries, increasing pressure.
Downward spiral, debt, loss of home, family,self respect; corrupt.
Sleeping rough; soiled cloths; stealing to feed addiction, ostracized.
No word of human kindness, kicked, bullied, moved on.
Winters morning; body found in churchyard on one to mourn.
John Doe, cremated at the citys expence, ashes for the compost heap.
The Shade moves on to claim another victim, beware the Shade.