I would ask you to try and understand.
But I know you will not understand.
Out of all the things that one can share.
I would be totally dishonest.
If I ask you to share the pain.
Unlike the beast in the field.
That mourns the loss of a love, and move on.
I can not mourn the lost of my love one, and then move on.
For you see I am human, and the pain runs much to deep.
Deeper than the deepest part of the ocean.
Wider than the valley of time itself.
The pain meanders through my soul like a raging river out of control.
I wait and I watch for the sun rise of hope to easy my pain.
Day in and day but it never seem to come.
I can not share the pain.
For it is mine and mines alone to carry alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem