Lamenting the loss of a friend, for Zachary's challenge

How deep is thy fall, o most luciferous of angels,
maybe just because of that,
the highest light of all, supremest beauty,
closest to the highest, bravest of the brave,
the grandest haughtiness and noblest hubris,
fallen down to direst dirt in bottomless abysmal darkness
where you wallow now in madness and despair
and hopelessness forever,
all because you chose it for yourself.
I dare to call you still my friend
although you are now incommunicable
locked up in a padded cell
with nothing but your solitude
in splendid isolation, as you wished,
unheeding of all warnings
that all bad things must end up in loneliness.
All life supporting constructivity
can never fall into a loss of company;
the lover, even if he is alone, is never quite alone;
while loneliness, when really lonely,
is the opposite, for only those,
who search for the reward of death.

Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-04-16 at 20:15

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