Devastation lack of communication.
Follow under worry and wonder.
Hopelessness and loneliness.
Feed into a broken soul.
Last wishes will be the cold reminder. Of memories that we
have to surrender.
As we fall into the darkness.We let ourselves go. The pain will never cease and no one will ever know.
A life will be lost and returned to the ground. So heed if you like but they won't be found. Forever anyway and time moves on.
Questions surround why they can't be found. Another day in the time runs out.Giving and taking is what life is a bout.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know how you feel but you should know through all the great amount of horrible pain comes in the end a even greater amount of love.