Who can write a poem of the light
When inwardly there is only night?
The dark dark deep is darker still
The morning light is nothing nil
And I in all my angry despair
Do not know how to save with care
The one I love lost to herself
Who cannot accept help from anyone else.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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This poem takes the reader to the very heart of loss, a place out of time and space you already occupy. Words are too small to address the emotions that grip you. The best thing I can so is maintain a supportive silence.