Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Naked Human

I stumbled around in darkness,

and I felt cold.


I had beaten the ones,

I cared for.


I had stolen from the ones

who wished me well.


I was evil and ugly,

and no woman would smile at me.


and I stared at my impure hands

and cried over my wasted life.


but the sun

scattered the grime on my face.


and I looked up,

and I saw, that I lived.