I found nothing
In the fabric of my mind
No wind to blow my poem
Nothing to swell my fear
Stretches of desolation
Pulling on my imagination
Punching at my beliefs
The end of my thoughts
Hidden in total darkness
And still when looking up about them I wondered and how it then became more clear.. iip
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Depression is real...