Reeling in pain, blue air
what do I care?
Joy is a figment just as deep as despair.
Voodoo eyes always looking inward to burst
with a needlepoint, tapestry waiting to disappoint.
What do I care?
Reeling in pain knowing every loss
is more amply filled; with love and glory,
then anybody can truly, believe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem