Drifting in a crimson sea
Looks as if im here to stay
The question in a bottle,
Will blue waters ever come my way?
The day is all too heavy
As the night slips through my hands
Yet one prays for the other
As rain for a exhausted land
Jehovah hears my weeping
As it echoes off the watery deep,
I will not be forgotten,
Here in the crimson sea
For those without depression,
I pray it never comes your way
To those whose lives are sheltered,
Enjoy your every day
Depression is a difficult topic to approach. For those who do not have it in the devastating psychological sense, it is ranked alongside the word: " sad" .In fact, I have often said- Gee, I'm so depressed today. Well, in one definition of the word, I was depressed. I was sad and weepy. But in the psychological sense, I was not depressed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Part 2. I was merely temporarily sad, unhappy, weepy. I am glad you wrote this to alert those who do not suffer from it that there is a word called depression that means devastatingly different things than we tthink. Excellent poem-devastating state of being