Depression is a ravenous beast
On mind, heart and soul it feasts
Devours all that's good and pure
Despair and loneliness a tasty lure
Dragging you down into muck and mire
There the endless agony of hell fire
It's so slippery and full of guile
It often hides behind a fake smile
Strange to be in but not of this world
Hiding, separate, in a corner curled
More the fool, even I believed the lies
Yet I could never deny the mirrored eyes
Of light and life an eternal evil drain
A blot, a disease, on life profane
Eliminate the negatives is what they say
If you are to find happiness some day
I find myself at the head of that list
How can I justify to continue to exist?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good insight to into a condition that affect so many and causes pain and heartache. Expressed so well.