The comfort of dying alone
You need no relatives around you,
no sentimentality and tears of hypocritical self pity,
as you only can find peace alone,
and it’s a bliss to pass away in that condition.
Is then all that you have left of life
your dreams, your memories of happier days,
those crushed ideals remaining still as mirages of dreams?
But that’s the only thing you can take with you
as you leave this mortal battlefield of vain defeats
that only left you incapacitated spiritually, mentally and mortally
while your dreams will carry you across to better opportunities,
or so at least you can imagine in your dreams.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2020-11-25 at 17:37
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