Vulnerability
No one can escape it,
it is always there,
a lurking ugly thing,
that keeps reminding you
of its existence,
threatening invariably
your life and whole existence:
Who shall find it out?
When will the whistle blow?
There is no one without
that secret that will certainly undo him,
and that is the only thing
to reasonably be afraid of.
So let's not try to analyse
or to define it further,
but let everyone alone
in peace with that one secret
which you only know yourself.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2008-12-11 at 11:27
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