The climb
In the depth of chaos
I am lost like in the bottom of a well
and cannot see a light in hopelessness
but must escape reality
in order to find any comfort and relief at all,
but there is always you
awaiting in the tunnel end,
a warm and soothing heart
to ease the torture of reality
and calm my wounded soul
that without you has almost bled to death
but now revives at the mere thought of you.
Thus can a thought
and the mere virtual presence of a person
cause the strangest miracles,
and all you need is to believe
in the reality of something better,
to achieve a climb from the abysmal bottom
to the highest state of any perfect heaven.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2010-08-16 at 08:42
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