At a loss
This crisis is completely out of my experience,I have no idea of how to handle it,
it's worse than death,
since I don't know if you are still alive,
which though I must presume you are,
sÃnce you are haunting me
more steadfastly than ever,
while the worst thing is the terrible uncertainty:
you are lost, and I have lost you,
but you still are somewhere,
but I don't know where.
It's worse than darkness,
and my only hope is that it all will clear,
that I will find you once again
and that you will appear
to make your presence known again.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2017-01-13 at 00:58
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