in
knowing that others have been penalized and vilified for being themselves/speaking honestly...
no comfort/none/only
a searing empathy
leads to a hastily dispatched oblivion....
many were brave enough to stay...
I am too drained to celebrate....
so where is that promised oblivion....
on its way...it hobbles.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem