Profound sadness
like a grey boulder
sits next to my heart
unbearably heavy in my chest
squeezing my lungs, my breath
demanding my attention
draining all I have
I drape it with a cloth of bright yellow
so I don’t have to see
it’s sick surface anymore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think you are in my head writing what I think. Profound beyond words. Amy