Writing into the emptiness that's always within, a void
of eternal proportions it seems while alive, misery,
death of a loved one, grief that follows right behind.
Wanting to erase some things of the past, but that can
never be done while living this earthly life, meanings
having been buried.
Along with the love, caring and compassion from what
was once family, now only empty seats and places at
family gatherings during the holidays, birthdays, babies
being born and funerals.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem