100. Bad weather
On such a rainy day, any love can rain away.
The tears you shed are not enough
to wash the skies from dreary clouds,
who cover us the more horrendously
with pitiless deluges of misfortune,
turning moods into a holocaust
that frets away all clarity
and robs us of our course,
that was so clear once
but now is all confused
in shipwrecks, madness, alcoholism
and complete macabre chaos
leading us into a dance of lunacy
that threatens to confound us.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-28 at 12:02
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