Nothing is more painful than lost love
It blindsides you and weeps into your cells as
Its takes you to an involuntary place
And sweeps pieces of you into a corner
It melts your mind into blobs of jelly
And then spoons it onto a stale piece of bread
Which is later forgotten on a plate
And tossed into the trash
An amazing piece of poetry, with an attractive title. The first line is the summary and the last line, the conclusion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A special word of appreciation for the priceless observation of Thomas A Robinson.