The Black Holes of Love

You love her but you cannot reach her,
there is some mysterious abyss of a distance
of a thousand miles and more of most unfathomable depth,
and you risk losing all your bearings and yourself
in the frustration of her inaccessibility,
a grave of terrible despair,
that makes her company remind you only the more painfully
and palpably of your atrocious loneliness and hopelessness
in the seclusion of the agony of the uniqueness of your love.
Your only way then is to dream about her,
try to catch her in your dreams and long for her
both day and night in daydreams, nightmares and hallucinations;
and the trauma is repeated constantly
in every new affair and pitfall, as you never can avoid
the merciless compulsion of Dame Nature to forever
bring you back and trap you in the black holes
of the urge that never can be satisfied,
the inescapable blind alley of the force of love
that always and implacably must have its way.

Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-11-10 at 16:33

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