The Black Dog

Black. That's how my heart and soul feel.When the black dog get's you he bites down hard and deep. He must feel a mouthful of emptiness. When it gets this bad I don't live for myself I live for my wonderful and patient wife and my three adoring dogs. And I live for hope. I always hope tomorrow will be better. Maybe world peace a cure for cancer and how about if you have the time a cure for depression. I would appreciate it.