Always being distinguished through subconsciousness
and divine spirituality, keeping me together with
faith of a lifetime.
Promises and lengthy conversations happening through
intellect in the form of prose, tended to by many
rhythms through the years.
Justifying depths of reality that intensely feel the
sojourn journey of this bereft heart, always stepping
through puddles of emptiness.
Being abandoned time and again, following the wonder
of a life that has ended and cannot be brought back
ever again.
Eternally searching, yet knowing it will be a fruit-
less endeavor and not worth the effort in the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem