My Black Dog

There is nothing wrong, yet everything is wrong. I am healthy, yet I am very very sick. I am sourrounded by family, and yet I am so excruciatingly lonely. There is hope, and yet there is despair beyond all hope. There is hunger, and yet nothing can satisfy it. There is strength, and yet it crumbles with the morning breeze. It is everything, and yet it is nothing. there is love, but it is quickly overtaken by hate and anger. Each time, everytime. there is thirst, but oceans of water lie in wait just out of arms reach, in vain. There is much bravery and honour, but it melts with the first rays of the morning sun. I am complete, but I am but a fraction of myself. I am fully present, but my mind wanders off at the slightest excuse. I am here, but i am there and everywhere.