Lost my heart, hope to die, life is an empty canvas
devoid of color, nothing to be painted on it again.
Wandering the white blankness, unseeing, feeling
nothing but emptiness throughout the rest of life.
Tears spilling wildly about, being uncontainable,
because heart is lost and can no longer store them
in it's depths.
Moving, turning over, awakening from a horrible
nightmare of impending loss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem