For today’s prompt, pick an emotion, make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.
When he was happy he laughed to split his sides
When he wasn’t he was glum as the darkest day.
One day he went away and we can’t find him.
We see him but he wont come out.
Now we are the ones who share the glum
We are the ones losing the laughter in our days.
The black dog sits at his front door
Keeping us at bay, guarding him from us.
One day we know he’ll come out to play
We’ll laugh and wonder where he was those days.