The bleeding heart
For you my heart was always bleeding
not for pity, but for empathy
and sympathy for all your tribulations,
while compassion is what you would call it,
all emotions of this kind transcending
any form of natural, conventionally normal love,
projecting and transforming it to higher levels
of, if you’ll excuse me, more advanced and metaphysical,
or should I say, more supernatural and spiritual heights,
as it would be incomprehensible to normal minds,
as strange coincidences and intrinsic machinations
of capricious destiny organized what humans cannot organize,
contriving to the fact that we could never lose each other,
and no matter how we tried,
and how the sabotage and terror acts of others tried,
all just combining in their efforts
thus ultimately bringing us together back again
from where we started, at the dawn of all catastrophes.
This may appear abstruse to some, and certainly, no wonder,
as we probably will ever understand it least of all ourselves.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2022-10-25 at 01:23
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