Anticipating, expecting life to give us happiness and
joy, finding it doesn't always do so.
We become so disappointed by the insistence of grief,
stress, turmoil as it all grasps our minds and hearts.
Raking us across the coals and breaking our souls in two.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The grief always follows the humans a a right expression in the poem.