Bitterness
They all say the same thing:
No bitterness!
It gives a bad taste wherever it shows up,
destroys the poetry and kills the atmosphere,
dispels the magic and interrupts the dreams,
is alien to beauty and has no love in it,
and yet we can't escape the truth.
It's there stealthily lurking in the dark
to wait for us, assaulting us in vicious ambush
to throw us in depression with all doors thrown open
to the cellars with the skeletons, and we just have to look through it
to name the skeletons and voice the accusations,
and we can't just keep it to ourselves but have to share it
and give vent to anger, fury, grief, despair and pessimism
until the fit is over, and you can see sunshine beaming forth again
that marks the positiveness in its proper light,
and suddenly all bitterness has passed and is forgotten,
like a parenthesis of no consequence;
but still it's there awaiting in the dark
for opportunities that ever will recur
like darkness every night
with most unwelcome nightmares.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-10-08 at 10:17
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