Pain surrounds me like
a midnight fog...
The muffled sound of tears
running down a hill
of wet skin...
Echoes on the padded walls
of my mind...As i slowly sink in
to the pillow of my...
DEPRESSION
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem so elegantly expresses the lonely despair of nighttime to a depressed person. But, Robin, there is help for depression! I was depressed for most of my life, and still take my meds every day. But now I can live a normal life, and I would wish the same for you! !