This is my heartache,
To be a witness and listen.
The cries, from the heartbreak.
Make the sound on inside pain.
The saddest music of our times.
Drowning out the sound of joy.
A pause breaking up the games.
By negative policies employ.
Where are the crowds?
Feelings able to connect with
They are the drowning cords.
Singing with heartbreak width.
Grab a tissue and press replay.
And bring the beauty back today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem