Grief
numbs me
like cold.
Tears well up
but I hold them
back. They
leak out when
I'm all alone.
Death is
the black monster
that sucks
everything to
itself. It's so
hard to see how
God is connected
to that monster,
but it's not hard
to see that
she's now
an angel.
She was one
down here already.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice rational poem, well written.........