Lifting this mind spiritually, finding the solace and
serenity needed to gather hope and faith to get through
another day without those whom I love dearly.
Not able to be with them because of their loss through
death, wishing doing nothing as their silence continues
to begin unendingly.
It's like being in a jungle at night, hearing all types
of unfamiliar sounds of silence, not able to recognize
any of them at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem