Depression is running through my mind.
What more in this life is there to find?
Playing like a record, broken in time.
Stuck on rewind, will it leave my mind?
How many hearts beat in time?
If I were to look, none I would find.
No sun, no star, no moon, no sky.
A vacant canvas lost over time.
A love worth living, a life worth nothing.
Jumping and running, I can not move, I can not see.
Is this life really for me?
Or is this really all there is to see?
A blank canvas, with nothing.
Nothing but my depression and me.
Will it leave?
Or will it have to be me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very good poem with well chosen rhymes and an interesting content. Depression can be harsh on our mind, it can take very deep roots. But even centuries-old trees get sometimes uprooted during one storm Sometimes it takes a bulldozer to uproot the trees. So rather than waiting for a storm, I think it is better to get help from people who have lots of experience in uprooting deep rooted depressions. They tend to have very effective bulldozers to put back some colour on the canvas. They may work in many steps but most of the time they really manage to get a nice canvas back for you full of stars, the moon, the sun and light. You are in my prayers and I wish you the best. Excellent and thought provoking poetry.