So quietly sad
Can’t breathe
Just want to talk
To anyone who listens
So quietly sad
Knees into chest
Crocheted beanie
Hair of blue rivers
Time only reveals
Discernible truths
And covers what never was
And the end will be what is
So quietly sad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hell of a thing, depression. Affects us all differently. Well written piece.