Death takes away those we love, therefore shrouding our
desire to live without them, searching for answers that
will never come.
Anger stands in the way of peace and it's meditation,
collapsing every effort made, because no forward motion
can be detected or made.
Self-sabotage is all that will ever come of it, depress-
ion will engulf us totally because of the fear of letting
go of our anger to feel the pain.
Somehow realizing in a distant particle of intellect that
when anger is no longer there, pain and suffering will be
able to enter our lives and it isn't really wanted.
We will be purified by this intense experience that too
many are afraid to enter and live thoroughly, an example
of self-defeat and depression being the only outcome in
the long run of holding onto our anger like a false badge
of courage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem