Sometimes you seek support from another and find yourself alone.
Further into the blackness, sadness takes the human form and sits in
the room.
Obtaining all the air that I breathe- I die a little more each time.
Tightness in my chest an attack begins, sadness begins his
destruction.
I push back, tears pour out, prayers unanswered- soon he enters my
flesh
and dwells in my bosom; lost without proper perception I embody the
form.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem