101. Lost
How shall we survive?
I see no end to darkness,
even truth is clouded from our sight,
my love is drowned in bottomless despair
and doubts that exile me in limbo,
and I am entangled in the web of my own folly,
paralyzed by Aphrodite, who is laughing
at my awkwardness.
I ask and pray for mercy,
that is all what I can do;
and worst of all is this,
that you are in no better state yourself,
since we are one,
and your mind is the same as mine.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-28 at 12:03
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