There's a nail in the bottom of my shoe.
But it's not as painful as losing you.
There's a splinter embedded in my skin.
But it's not as painful as the place I'm in.
There's a scar from cancer on my breast.
But it's not as troublesome as no rest.
There's a black cloud hanging over my head.
But it's not as dreary as my silent bed.
There's a line or two that's on my brow.
But they're only a reminder of you somehow.
There's an echo in the night I hear.
But it's just a memory of your voice in my ear.
There's an eyelash caught inside my eye
But it's not as painful as saying goodbye.
Pain is just a temporary thing.
But loss is a constant terrible thing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem