Alas!
Depression...!
It keeps eating
at my core.
Sinking its,
saliva dripping teeth
in to my brainheart.
It keeps darkening
my vision.
Throwing its,
damp air filled bosom
in front of my sanity.
I think,
I must stop
Thinking...
Just for a day,
Or for two days,
Or maybe,
For the rest
Of my life.
I feel,
I must stop
Feeling...
Just for a second,
Or for a few seconds,
Or maybe,
Until the moment
I die.
I question
Myself,
Does the right
represent
Right?
Does the wrong
represent
Wrong?
Is it just
my Imagination,
everyone
expects
me to behave
Normally?
Is being an
Abnormal
a sin?
The questions
remain...
until my
next Moment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem