Shortening life spans with stress in our lives, not taking
care of ourselves like we should.
Waking up with feelings of intense loneliness, as we wend
our pathways on stranded shores of decimated oceans in the
edges of lasting behaviors, situating us in the avenues of
another life.
Standing alone in the darkened hallways of our yesterdays,
bereft of love and companionship.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem