Remembering somebody doing wrong, ripping and shredding
this heart in a saddened rhythm,
Remembering crying, tears falling into chalices of
remorse, leaving me alone and bereft.
Never bothering to pick up the pieces, letting them be
strewn across the floor of my soul where all sorrow seems
to accumulate and find a place to become a sad little
corner for poetry.
There is where this mind travels, going through all the
scraps of love, trying to put them together into reminders
of love having been lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem paints a very sad picture of a life full of shattered dreams and trampled hopes. Following lines unfold all the anguish: There is where this mind travels, going through all the / scraps of love, trying to put them together / into reminders / of love having been lost.