This sorrow

This sorrow is not abysmal
but so it´s so deep
that it´s just the same
I can reach the bottom, some day
but I can´t get out of there
when the pressure crushes me

I rather fall forever
than lie on my back
I would flow through the desolation
Because the bottom is dark and dismal,
full of remainings of mourners

And I can´t get out of there,
not even by swimming