Shredding the facets of empty pockets, giving me no peace or truth
to contend with.
Treating self to adjacent positions, altering everything that's been
given posthumously.
Starting over again each and every moment after your leaving me alone
in a forest of loneliness, taking away the peace I felt for just a
moment in time.
Regretfully, moving away from all that I know and love to give you
your space.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
deep! so deep i don't understand it. i would ask for an explanation but am afraid to ask. thanks for sharing.