Looking through memories, watching them on videos of an interior
photographic screen, tears falling at times, filling our minds
with grief.
Breaking our hearts into shards of pain and despair, we somehow
experience it all and live the excruciating heartache alone,
even though others say they are here for us.
Knowing in the back of our minds that they are only words being
said, because they don't know or fully understand what we're go-
ing through, but they care about us so we forgive them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Breaking our hearts into shards of pain and despair, we somehow experience it all and live the excruciating heartache alone, even though others say they are here for us... nice theme. Beautifully crafted poem. Thanks for sharing.