Beleaguered on dark moonless beaches,
catastrophic and in tears
on side streets littered with unmitigated fears,
I work my way despondently
through negativity ditches.
Loveless towns surround me,
cities that bleed problematic sorrows
and ceaseless need,
I'm a prisoner of broken stopwatches
that froze me in a nightmare reality.
No consolation speeches
or merit badges of false perception
can reach me now,
I've lost what I've lost
and some things
can never be found again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loss, never to be recovered. excellent poem, Uriah