Visualizing sorrow's manner as I watch it slowly grab my heart and mind in a tightened grasp, too hard to get free from.
Steps taken to avoid coming into contact with it's intense grief don't work.
Keeping me close to it's intense loneliness fills me with an unrhythmic emptiness as I saturate life for unknown reasons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem