151. My care
It is so long ago I wrote a poem to your dedication,
not because I have forgotten you, but from neglect,
confused by crises on my journey which upsets it
all the time and throws me in the doldrums
of exasperation and despair, disheartening me
to the point of no return from the black hole of desperate defeat.
But you are there still somewhere way beyond the rainy clouds
like some ethereal dream of something better than my ruin,
like a promise of some sunshine after all
when all these desperate accursed rains have passed away
and left us with the ruins of a wrecked country
dismally transformed into a havoc just for nothing,
for the weather play and waters to destroy our lives
and throw us deep into depression - and for what?
I just don't care, since you are there, which is my better care.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-09-01 at 10:19
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