I feel everything,
And at the same time nothing.
All at once,
and yet nothing at all.
Words of description come,
then they go.
Quickly, catching some
while others follow the river's flow.
Thoughts of hope,
and some of hopelessness.
Some of love,
Yet more from unforgiveness.
Thoughts of good,
and of bad.
Often times I'm thankful
for the blessings that I've had.
Then at night as I lay in bed,
so many thoughts cross into my head.
Like I'm the villain of all to be.
I always take away happiness
and others sanity.
But the real villain has a name,
She goes by Miss Melancholy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well presented about miss melancholy..10