black are my wings
dark as the night
produce a fake smile
not worth the fight
black are the days
lying behind
no golden sunrays
staring blind
black are the thoughts
wandering in my head
can't connect the dots
between good and bad
black is the world
pitch black outside
and all is swirled
nowhere to hide
black is all that remains
if I am fighting no more
dark clouds
will be my chains
behind a black prison door
The blackness of depression is well described. Called the Black Dog no one who has had it would give that dog a bone. Shoot it with arrow of positivism to get out of prison.+++10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WHY SO DARKNESS ALL OVER YOUNG MAN LIGHT CANDLES LIFE IS ONE READ MY POEM MY MOMS SMILES AND MOTHERS DAY TODAY AND BE HAPPY THOUGH NOT GAY AS OF TODAY