Reeling from an interior sadness that keeps pulling at
my being and heart, racing away into this night with
no choices or hope.
An upset and defiled mood of appreciation that just can-
not be deciphered, a total void that just cannot be fill-
ed interiorly by anything or anyone save our Lord.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a Poem of Passion. The loss makes you seek out actions that will distract you from the hurt. And the poem seems to discover a point at which you want to BE DISTRACTED FROM DISTRACTION BY DISTRACTION.. It might provide some comfort to be aware of the healing that comes true at the end of a process of grieving.