In pools of liquid acid blues 
my essence slowly drowns. 
Immersed in stinging words of truth, 
corrosive hurt compounds. 
Disintegration of the heart 
ensues from caustic pains. 
Emotions scarred forevermore; 
a hollow gap remains. 
Evacuated from the breach; 
a blackened residue, 
consisting of eroded love 
with tints of hopeless hue– 
Combined inside a crystal vial 
with blood from fatal blows, 
a mortar's mixed to fill the void 
before the fissure grows. 
Deluged by yards of healing bond 
the chasm quickly wanes 
but tainted are the elements 
this remedy contains. 
Though reconstruction seals the wound 
the emptiness abides. 
No sealant forged restores a heart 
where sorrow's ghost resides.                
I absolutely loved this, Jo. Such a fresh deployment of language, perfectly punctuated...it is consistently strong. So very deftly crafted.10/10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
A poem that really does completely work!