Falling into that black abyss
we all call depression
is not an easy climb to get out.
With its crumbling walls
and our flaying arms
as we tumble down deeper,
seeing thing that are not there
as hopelessness robs our cries.
Continually looking for the spark
that will brighten our lives;
setting us back onto the track
to our future once more,
away from the clawing doubts
that hack away at our mind.
17 March 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem