Faith walking a fine line after death has crossed life's
timeline and taken away everything I ever cherished on
earth.
Buried beneath the pain of loss and that of our love being
taken away, even though we've never discarded it on our own.
Living in the hell of abandonment, not able to find the way
to heaven, parted by the insistent barriers set up by death
itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem