When someone loses their love here on earth, they lose
it all, even their own existence.
Unable to go back and take what is now gone, having no
self-control, confidence or self-realization.
It all fades into sorrow of grief however long it takes
to reach out and make the first move towards a new be-
ginning in their lives.
Easy to say, difficult for the one who has lost every-
thing, his love now being held inside with no outlet
for it to survive.
Pressures of everyday life seem to be insurmountable,
because minds are clouded with tears, beings filled
with emptiness, loss and abandonment.
Falling into a vast atmosphere, unable to touch ground,
walking absently through life, not even participating
in it for the time being.
Feeling sad, wanting to share their grief, not knowing
how, then this mere poet, grasps their hands, holding
them, BEing there, writing a poem, nothing more to add.
This is like losing an essential part of one's life, its purpose or its meaning. It is difficult to wriggle out of this painful situation. Thanks for sharing this probing poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wish it was that easy, RoseAnn. This poem resonates with me.