It's like a plauge.
With in the glow of its fire.
Some what like an animal and its pray.
It waits and it waits.
And then it pounces.
It eats you from the inside out.
Its like the plague.
It gets so many of us.
Bringing me only darkness.
I no its got me in its grips.
Its like a disease.
Once you ve got it,
Its hard to cure.
Depression you've had me long enough.
Please let me go now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
First we got some typos to deal with. NO it's 'I know it's got me in its grips.' The rest of your poem has has some good content. I lke the image of the animal attacking from the inside