Situated in depths of heartbreak and sadness, tears rising
and falling, dropping incessantly into this broken heart,
longing for love, to be held and cherished for myself.
It seems that it will never be in my cold and lonesome
little world, craters opening, swallowing this life,
taking it far away from me while living.
Empty promises filling many whispers of woe-be-gone hopes
left scattered like dust on a windy day, unable to be pick-
ed up ever again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem