Pining
The worst of all outrageous suffering
is never to get through with love
but always desperately having it grow worse
disastrously encouraged by its disappointments
and preposterously nourished by its shortcomings,
as if the rule was, the more tragic, and the worse it goes,
the more uphill and torturous the Via Crucis must become
which never ends by death in spite of all the crucifixions.
Could it then be even worse than what it is already?
That's the ultimate and utter irony,
that when it couldn't any more get more unbearable,
then it will simply double in excruciating pain and trouble
and just start all over from a fresh and worse beginning.
How, then, can we stand all this, we tortured lovers?
That's the greatest mystery of all, that we just carry on
and start from the beginning every time again;
and thus the world and life and love goes on
in agonies increasingly forever.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-06-21 at 20:16
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