Whither, yonder and beyond
Seeks the troubled mind
Like ripples moving on a pond
With scarce a look behind.
Problems, worries and more besides
Creep forever to the fore
And scarce a thought which pacifies
Remove the problems forever more.
Depression overcomes me fast
And clears away but slow
One hopes that it will not last
When problems bigger grow.
Copyright (c) Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 29 July 2003
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem