Sorrow suddenly finding it's way onto pathways of poetry,
acknowledging facts and data of tremendous loss through-
out life.
Leaving me bereft and alone in a deep abyss that can never
be filled while alive.
Striving to maintain some semblance of reality as it bites
me hard, in half, a bitter odor encircling my head.
Carrying away nostalgia and bringing tears and crying
instead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem