There is no more to be taught.
No more to be taken
away. Loss is the same
as less. A small idea
of the mind in a polarized universe.
I can be naked in rage or naked in
knowledge. Though my pajamas
are torn. I can still sleep.
Despair is a deadly sin
but not surrender.
Though you may think
you're no longer protected,
you can hold more,
if you open your arms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem