I constantly feel
an intense wave of grief and loneliness
every morning
when I realize my family is not with me.
While to often
I stay in bed for days and weeks
longing for them
and thinking about our time together.
I have
assured all the psychiatrist's that I love
my only daughter.
I only know
I feel ever increasingly distant from her
and she doesn't
understand how I never
moved on after I left her deadly mother.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem