I know what a heartbreak is;
It is not the actual destruction of a heart,
But the loss of something that constitutes the beat;
The rhythym is perturbed, the mind is shaken,
The soul is removed from being;
I know what a heartbreak is
for i too lost something that was special to me,
it's import made me mad with wanting
and desire, left unquenched, is but a heartbreak within itself
I know what it is to lose, to miss, to wither away into a void
when there is nothing left to live for
That is a heartbreak: where the heart still holds on feebly
to whatever science will keep it alive
but the eyes grow blank and the tears become null
all that's left is to lie awake and think about darkness
and that is a heartbreak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(((((applause)))))) never knew heartbreak until you said it beautifully here.