The dog fight

[Dad]

The Dog Fight

He was medicated, his choice alone,
Through his clouded mind came a flash of clarity
And in a voice of stuttered tone
He gave me an answer to my offered charity
“I don’t need help,” he told me plain
“Give me money, drugs or grog.
Anything to dull the pain in my brain.
Bring me something to feed the dog
Something to feed the dog”

I cocked my head and quizzed him now
To find out what he meant
He smiled at me and answered clearly, how
I wondered where his fuzziness went
“Its like two dogs fighting in my head
One wants me to live one wants me dead.”

I asked him which dog was leading
He said to me “The one I’m feeding,
Man, the one I’m feeding.”