When darkness is not enough
Let me drown you in my tears of blood
to compensate the fact that darkness never was enough
for comfort, although smothering to death
the heart to cure it of its cruel immeasurable aches
of limitless atrociousness in unfair disappointment
of black holes of desperate frustration.
Let me love you all the same
with all the passion of our common painfulness
to cure its wounds and damages and irreparable losses
simply by in humble prudence share
the torture of your soul that keeps on screaming
in resounding anguish throughout all the universe
although it is in its outrageous recklessness
beyond all hearing and all human understanding, except mine.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2020-08-22 at 00:00
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