Racing along, passing each moment in time through
living and keeping pace with the tones and rhythms
of each other.
Likely being pacified, taking emotions deftly into
spirits of another being, watching music disappearing
into the atmosphere of another dimension as I write.
Poetry bridges the gaps left by others, leaving us
bereft, forsaken and lonely, holding us in saddened
emptiness.
Knowing the abandonment of others and standing alone
along a deserted road, wondering what has happened to
cause it, then poetry heals the sadness interiorly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem