Thwarting depression, keeping it contained within
a blackened oasis for now.
Touching it's ebony beauty, unable to feel it's
lonely sadness, enables me to write around it's
melancholic state.
Finding an inane appetite is spreading throughout
an environment of solace, bringing with it innate
characteristics on satin black evenings of delight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem