July in Sweden has caused havoc by constant furious rainfalls, like in England...


Depression



The depression is like some infectuous disease
disastrously affecting anyone with fits of anguish
making them burst out in tears in worse cascades
than the incessant rains bombardings us with fury,
drowning us in misery, bereaving us of summer,
so that frail hearts break up and dissolve in desperation,
and no medicine, no treatment, nothing helps,
since all these rains just keep on falling down,
as if to drag all makind down in torrents of disaster
in some kind of new flood just beginning...
Cheer up! We still have our hearts and souls,
the music of persistent universal harmony can never be shut down,
for even if the melodies are drowned in squalls of noise
and the world menace and infection of disharmony,
the true heart will still go on singing
if for nothing else at least for love.




Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-08-01 at 10:11

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