Lowly aspects in life reoccur in times of depressed states
of mind, pulling a fog over my mind.
Sending me into an array of hazy feelings, not able to
straighten out thoughts on my own.
Selecting tones of minor chords, identifying them as the
ones that match my emotional output.
Ones I'm holding onto, without much success of working
through them at this time and place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem