depression acts like a poison.
it lurks into your bones and teeth.
your thoughts, within your mind, turn to repetition
depression, a thick slimy substance that comes up from the deep.
this poison which you drink
is an addicton that you cant get away
it pushes and pushes till you are on the brink
it forms cobwebs within th emind.
making you loose your step
making you loose your mind one fall at a time.
depression, a thick slimy substance that comes up from the deep.
a cowardly murderor that comes form the dreams during sleep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this one the most of your poems.. It's just great.. thanx fr charing.. ;)