Trying to assuage my grief with a pen
Pour out my broken heart with poems
But nothing helps
The pain will always be there
Friends say "move on", "Get over it", "Life's for the living"
They tell me fairy tales that can't be backed with Scripture
Only making the pain worse
The rest of the world goes on
They can't see my sorrow
A part of me is missing
And I'll never be whole again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The intensity of the grief over the loss of dear one is simply touching. Time has the capacity to heal all painful wounds and one must move on since there is no alternative. Thanks for sharing.