There is a lump that can't be swallowed
There is an empty hollow cavity that is endless
The wave of nausea continues to wash over and over
With a never changing tide
The sensation of losing a priceless treasure
Knowing it will never be found
Knowing it will never be returned
Knowing it can never be replaced
It is gone forever
Lost
Love
June 22nd 2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem