Wishing it had been different,
I used my last borrowed breath
And made a vow to repent for
each denial
Praying for absolution,
my final hope into the wind
Saying:
"Damn me if you have to,
but first deliver me from this lie"
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2017)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem