feeling dark and cold when no one listens to you
the only thing that makes me strong
has been taken by the angel of death
shouting and crying will never bring your loved ones back
going insane as you close the world around you
sitting day after day night after night
would your loved one want you to be cold and feeling dark
(no!) they want you to keep living
and become stronger
they are always with you
in that warm place we call our hearts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem