The enemy of all Hope, Joy and Love.
A heavy weight slowly causing destruction on the inside.
An invisible force, trying to break the spirit.
It is a dark night, and I am the lonely star.
Depression, the dark cloud that surrounds the mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The lonely star, your only star; we are born alone, we live alone, in our skin like a prison, the devil always lurking around the iron door, and then Christ comes, and in that silence, We must choose.