Denial is a dreadful Demon.
Because you don't think it's broken;
You are not going to fix it,
And if you think it's open;
You are not going to kick it
in. It makes for self-sufficient sloths
Because, if you don't act against
it, you will live a lie.
It will cut you from the waist;
Up untill you die.
Then you won't know who you are
Hell; you won't even care.
It's got you in its coils,
And it won't let go,
not untill you fight.
Oh and just so you know;
I'll be there to hold the light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem