horrible realism
Like a washed-out wreck of war
you lie there in the depths of misery
disfigured and molested in dishonour
doomed in your condition to the worst of all:
to stay alive, to go on living
as an amputated wreck
with no hope for a decent life;
and yet, life is worth living,
since at least there is one person left to love you,
and that is enough and more than a whole world of reasons
to in spite of all go on, stay on, live on
and torture yourself on along the path of tribulation
with no end to it, since even death
is just a temporary vain release;
since what comes afterwards
is always even worse.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-01-08 at 14:49
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The desperate solution
Like a washed-out wreck of war
you lie there in the depths of misery
disfigured and molested in dishonour
doomed in your condition to the worst of all:
to stay alive, to go on living
as an amputated wreck
with no hope for a decent life;
and yet, life is worth living,
since at least there is one person left to love you,
and that is enough and more than a whole world of reasons
to in spite of all go on, stay on, live on
and torture yourself on along the path of tribulation
with no end to it, since even death
is just a temporary vain release;
since what comes afterwards
is always even worse.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 501 times
Written on 2007-01-08 at 14:49
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