Alighting from interior thought, grief climbs off of it's cycle, watching tears fall deeply into sorrowful pits of human loneliness.
Being filled with an increasing emptiness, solidly building itself within - a category of tepid landscapes in misery.
Palpable darkness forming on every horizon, taking with it a formidable part of life into a steaming abyss of unforgiveness.
Totally absorbed in puddles of tears left unattended on shores of unlimited grief.
Saddened tears being left to find their own way into purposeful caricatures built from fathomless emptiness, no longer held down, but floating out over the entire universe with crystal blue teardrops.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem