210. Insecurity
Your inner security is nothing to rely on,
and neither is there any outer security.
Your feelings will ever play havoc with you,
constantly resulting in surprising earthquakes
worse than any earthal catastrophe
whenever you are not prepared for it,
and they will never leave you in peace,
because they are always there,
like hungry harpies and furies of the night
just waiting to put their claws into your soul
and make it bleed most painfully and copiously
until you can not bear it any longer
but just have to clasp the knees of your friend
and beg for mercy, like a criminal escaped to an ayslum.
And yet, those feelings are better than being without any,
career hearts of stone are frozen stiff forever,
and successfully established authorities are lost forever,
having done their careers and having nothing to look forward to
but death as the release of their feelings at last
which they buried alive in the bank vaults of success
locked away forever,
while the trembling leaf of an exposed and vulnerable soul
will ever be free, as long as she suffers from her feelings.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-09-21 at 10:01
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