Taking leave of all senses, finding self in a morass of sadness.
Causing collateral damage from within a heart, beaten and forlorn.
Tears tenderly, softly, falling down tracks, etched over time from all the grief being expressed through many years of existence.
Any thoughts left have nothing to being merciful, yet compassion fulfills many an hour in contemplation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem