How galled Winston Churchill must have been
black dog of depression
as he called it
lurked forever at his heels
like a distorted shadow
the echo of a private weakness
buried inside his blustery body
round like a tank
how he must have tried to beat it down
screamed obscenities at that dog
clever
enraged
pleading
his words stabbing at the air around him
like a madman shooting at ghosts.
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