to start you are tempted
to throw
everything away
love gained
trust reposed
honor
and a name
you view yourself
bathing
under the rain
scrubbing your
body
with something
that you think
cleanses
soaping it
hard and wasting
so much water
it is all in the
head
not with your hands
or body
it is all in the mind
this being
to itself unto itself
there is no use
discarding
everything
they know when to
leave
when you just
say it
and soon you will
hug regret
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem