Last Words Poem by Deborah DeNicola
Last Words
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.
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