Sometimes
Life doesn’t look so good.
There is something in the air.
Something menacing,
Something alarming,
Like a mist
Covering the tops of mountains.
It envelops your world,
Seeping into your soul
And you can’t identify
What it is and why
It affects and controls you.
A feeling of impending doom
Worming its way into your
Peaceful and steady life.
It is the colour black,
It is damp and cold and clings
Like a sticky web.
You are caught within its icy grasp
And freezing fingers
Dig into your flesh until
You want to scream or collapse
Under its powerful pressure.
The sun will rise again in the morning!
Beams of invisible warmth
Will stretch out and touch you gently
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem