There is a limit even to tolerance...
There is no worse ordeal,
no deeper wound in love,
no trial more severe,
no rape that could hurt more
than infidelity,
the sharpest pain of all
that fatally endures forever
since it pierces, shattering the soul
and leaves it like a dirty wasted rag
for you to cling to all alone
as all that you have left
after the final wreck of all your life.
The worst part is, you have to still survive it
and endure the unendurable
convinced that you will never quite recover,
while, of all crimes, that's the one
that never can be quite forgiven.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2008-02-07 at 13:11
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Beyond forgiveness
There is no worse ordeal,
no deeper wound in love,
no trial more severe,
no rape that could hurt more
than infidelity,
the sharpest pain of all
that fatally endures forever
since it pierces, shattering the soul
and leaves it like a dirty wasted rag
for you to cling to all alone
as all that you have left
after the final wreck of all your life.
The worst part is, you have to still survive it
and endure the unendurable
convinced that you will never quite recover,
while, of all crimes, that's the one
that never can be quite forgiven.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 426 times
Written on 2008-02-07 at 13:11
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