Some comfort for broken hearts
since a love that never is requited with at least an answer
will continue gnawing at your heart
and fill it up with worries and despair,
like some continuous illness only growing worse
or like a mental chronical disease
impossible to find relief, escape or even a detachment from,
like that old phantom out of Sindbad’s travels,
the relentless old man of the sea, clinging like a monkey on your back,
and there never was in all eternity a glimpse of any cure of any hope.
This is the truest hell of your own making,
it is a spiritual constipation ever growing worse,
and the only possible relief is just the temporary measure
of obstinately carrying on and sticking to your love.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2022-12-09 at 01:55
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Unreleased love
This is a trap of most outrageous tribulationssince a love that never is requited with at least an answer
will continue gnawing at your heart
and fill it up with worries and despair,
like some continuous illness only growing worse
or like a mental chronical disease
impossible to find relief, escape or even a detachment from,
like that old phantom out of Sindbad’s travels,
the relentless old man of the sea, clinging like a monkey on your back,
and there never was in all eternity a glimpse of any cure of any hope.
This is the truest hell of your own making,
it is a spiritual constipation ever growing worse,
and the only possible relief is just the temporary measure
of obstinately carrying on and sticking to your love.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 171 times
Written on 2022-12-09 at 01:55
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