The breeze came a blowing
And the darkness went a flowing
It's the same old thing
same cycle, same ring
In comes the evil, the bad
It breaks my heart, makes me sad
causes pain I wish I never had
Makes me feel weak and always so bad
Makes me hate me and more then that
Makes me want to hit my head with a bat
Then the darkness fills me
And nothing thrills me
But next comes the breeze,
It comes and puts me at ease
A breath of fresh air
And no pain no where
It blows through my soul
The darkness pays the toll
It leaves me to be
At peace you see
No hurt, no pain
It's all been slain
By that breath of fresh air
That comes from some where
Now normal I feel
I am braced like steel
For the return of the black
For it always comes back
Next time I may not survive
But this time I made it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is different than other topic that i used to read, the way you make it blend it and write it, that so smooth and i really enjoy read it...especially when i put myself in every line you said it here...the end was so great But this time i made it...there is something or maybe power in it!
Thank you for your nice comment. It is basically an accurate poem. The black always comes back yet somehow I make it.