Lost Dog

Nights spent waiting for 
the dog to bark again.
He's lost his center to the dark.
I wake up at two three four
in the morning and try to 
get him to calm down.
For someone with anxiety,
I don't do a good job
at comforting him.
I'm short with him, I yell,
I get frustrated too easily.
I give him distractions
to ease his anxiety.
Nothing I do or say
sinks into him.
I can see it in his eyes,
he's not there.
He's in another reality
filled with only his worries. 

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