71. Rape - poor comfort to a bleeding friend
Don't ask me how it feels.
You do not feel it any more when it is over,
but you bleed forever,
and the only way to get away from how it hurts
is to repress it and to stifle it with stoicism.
That will not stop the wound from bleeding,
but it is the only way to maintain your survival:
to walk through life on razor's edges
and pretend it doesn't hurt.
There is no medicine, you can not drink that pain away,
no drugs will help, and there is no escape.
All efforts to anaesthetize the pain
will be but vanity and self-deceit.
Just bear it out, and keep the anguish buried
although the spear will pierce your heart
in constant pain of this infected wound
that will not heal but was inflicted once
to only be renewed forever and a day,
like some life sentence for the innocent.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-27 at 12:41
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