The cruelty of love
True love is never quite requited
but becomes an aching wound to last forever
bleeding inwardly with tears of pain
to always wet your whereabouts,
and that's the company you'll always have,
the substitute of what you lost.
The cruelty of love is like a force of nature
unrelenting and inevitable
striking hard and always from behind
in a surprising deadly ambush
for which you can never be prepared,
a lightning from a clear sky without warning
striking you in silence down to cinders,
leaving you a screaming wreck down in the drain
in utter solitude
with nothing left of all your love
than bitter memories of how it never was fulfilled,
but with the one and lasting comfort,
that it was not you who failed,
since you did really love.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-08-03 at 19:40
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