Writing about nothing except sadness, sorrow,
loneliness, abandonment, feeling them erupting
within, because I have not talked nor heard
from you in so long.
It's causing me to feel this tremendous hope-
lessness within again, now devastating my entire
being in one moment of tears that will never
stop if you should leave me here alone on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They say, (Whoever ''THEY'' are) that baring ones soul via written expression, can be cathartic, be it positive or negative purging....then again, being that 90+pct. of my scribbles are fictional and not about me or my life by choice, I really have no clue as to whether or not the statement that THEY made holds anymore gravity than Planet Moon....However, I do know this, Rose...The work that sits above this rambling comment is crisp, fluxed and I'm liking it just fine, young lady! ~FjR~l