Some time long ago
I put it away
without
realizing it.
For years I thought
it was over.
Thought I had won,
conquered
this feeling
of despair
and
depression.
I thought
it didn't matter
because
I didn't think about it.
I had buried it deep
underneath
layers of sleep
thinking
it would keep.
Yet, it crawls,
claws
inching
toward me!
Keeps coming
night
after
night.
I buried it,
just wasn't deep enough.
(5-15-2004)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem