I found myself in a battle,
A battle with me, against me, for me,
I fight with the dragon, I have no weapon,
Depression is its name, this is not a game,
It is invisible, anywhere and everywhere,
I take hits from all sides, my shield does not survive,
It talks with me from inner voice, always so many words,
It brings me down, it takes me up, I am never alright,
The dragon spits fog, I am lost in my own world,
The dragon spits fire, burning every single desire.
They say you have to take its heart and be forever bright,
I've lost mine, now I am crossing that line,
With its wings it covered my soul, leaving me without a goal,
With its hands it breaks my heart, ouch, it hurts a lot,
It closed me in a cell, telling me, this is your own hell,
No way to escape, no way to get out, I am torn apart,
You may wonder why I fight, when everything seems lost from start,
I fight cause this is all I have, my hope for better days,
With love, I've made a sword, the only light in my doomed world,
It shines brighter than the Sun, giving me faith in all that comes.
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I would like to translate this poem
Well written expression of depression. Thanks for posting. A definite 10