A dark, deep cavernous hole is where your lost
distant from all that matters to you any more
all of the evils you have faced are there with you
teasing and tormenting you, clawing and reaching for you
the sound of the cries and screams of your fears are deafening
the feel of their hands upon you freezes you through to the bone
the cold uneasy feeling of knowing they have won
that everything they took, you will never have in your grasp again
the flashes of their faces in front of you in the dark, everywhere you look
remind you that your not as strong as the monsters your facing now
you cry and scream for someone to help, to rescue you, to save you
you know no one is coming, no one ever has
you have been lost in that hole for a long time now
trapped inside your own personal nightmare
never to forget, always knowing
waiting for the day that everything is consumed
by the darkness that wraps around you
These lines are stronger than ' the monsters your facing now' because they have given these fears and monsters a name: depression. Well written and poetic as well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You sure described depression well; while expressing deep emotions with flare. I invite you to read my two poems on depression called, 'Out of Darkness' & 'Trapped.' Ravensong