Colored gray walls touching the grayness within,
peeling itself and placing it in my mind for the
eternal musings of saddened times in life.
With no explanations or expressions to console
interior grief, yet laying a blanket of grayness
within sight, letting me think of it and hoping
to find a reason for it's being so profound in
life so far.
Tapping ivories, riding chords into infinity and
placing all emotions, senses and feelings into poems
deepened by their meanings, and held onto throughout
times of living life through turmoil and strife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Depression is a thick blanket of airtight woven threads of emotional grayness.well done rose