Toppling into nights of silence after walking through
the energy of a spiritual world.
Touching upon an endless array of sadness as it fills
up cups of grief being experienced through loss.
Finding the frustration of being alone and abandoned
tiresome, wanting to isolate because loved ones are no
longer here.
Nothing else to say or do, just living an existence,
facing it with a dispirited essence, quietly sitting
in a corner waiting for death to appear.
Taking a being into it's grasp with hopes that loved
ones will be reunited again in heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Finding the frustration of being alone is so sad but having love is expressive in mind that decides happiness. Wise sharing.10