Where does it go?

“Organic wastes straight to a futile rubbish dump

Memorial vestiges bound to be forgotten

Topics,conversations,drifted away in a Swift bump

Impossible to regain with no external interest begotten.

Objects,materials,instruments,gears

All in its measure has its own destine designed,

Even a human being can cover its intricate fears,

Infinite elements gauged with obvious sign.

This whereabouts can be figured out

‘Cause it’s more accesible to our cognition

Yet what about Love wasted,bound to perdition

Does anybody know where it can leak out?”

*Poem translated from another own creation in Spanish named as “¿Hacia donde?”*