depression is not a cloud
it is more like a monster
it can't be tamed or killed
it is the body filled with lead
poisoned by toxic grief
and paralyzed in a dream
it is the nightmare beast
when all the lights go out
and you cannot escape
it is not a cloud
not the winter snow
it is a blanket of black death
depression is the coffin's preview
trapped in total darkness
and feeling only despair
Very well penned. You have hit the nail on the head. Very profound n insightful.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written on depressive state of mind.. Depression is an illness which slowly kill a person