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.
Written for: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2016-april-pad-challenge-day-10
Morpethroad 
The black dog often sits at my SIL’s door. It’s like the ocean…it comes in waves–some small and manageable others even Mick Fanning wouldn’t take on.
This is an incredibly sensitive and very poetic treatment of a darker subject matter. And the title suits it so well – you’ve worked it beautifully – the compliment of title and piece and vice versa.
Love the sharpness to this writing. 🙂
Thank you Pat, your comments are always encouraging….thank you…
It’s a dark scary place; your black dog in the poem guards it well. Sometimes, you can fall into a pit, and pray that the walls don’t crumble, and somewhere in that darkness, there is a ladder. Hope is looking up, and still seeing a star or two.
An excellent description of a bleak emotion.
Thank you its that shred of hope one hangs onto…