116. Pity
Your tears are diamonds that cry for others,
costlier as pearls than any jewels
since they are not shed for those who shed them
but for others, like heart-rending sacrifices
not so much for charity and pity
as for empathy and pure compassion with despair.
That gives them, priceless as they are,
a lustre rainbow-like in splendour
that enhances in immensity their value
since we talk here but of human values,
human dignity, integrity, nobility and admirableness
that rises from the ruins of destructive self-decay,
the alcoholic's urge to get away from his predicament,
as if to burn himself out could solve any problem.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-28 at 12:44
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