What if all I see now
is tinted by dark gray?
Should I just keep quiet
until something lights the day?
The path is not always easy
and certainly not clear
I am in a locomotive
I have no clue how to steer
People say it will work out -
How do they know it's true?
Their words spoken in yellow sun
while I am feeling blue
I have read of ups and downs
inherent in depression
How long can I hold out for a
potential pain cessation?
I lose more confidence in myself
as each day marches by
And what is up above me but the
Godforsaken dark gray sky?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've been there too often myself, thanks for sharing!