an all too common and hopeless situation, which, however, only is a hopeless and passing illusion
You have left me alone with my ghosts
and I suffer outrageously
being alone in this dark hell of nothing
with only intolerable abstinence to make me cry
out for mercy in ravaging agony
since I thought you were my friend
and you left me with nothing.
No love has bereft me of thee
and no love can now ever restore thee.
No love is the sinner and criminal
in this outrageous iniquity,
no love at all was there ever that joined us
but only illusions, pretensions and false golden dreams
of a love that was stillborn and fraudulent,
hopeless and vain from the very beginning.
I lived in a dream I imagined of light and of truth
and find me awakened in abysmal darkness
like lost and thrown out in the emptiness of outer space.
And my love? She is lost since she found all her freedom
which bound me in chains of her loss in a night without end.
May she do what she can with her freedom.
My life's only comfort is that I was sacrificed for it.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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40. In despair
You have left me alone with my ghosts
and I suffer outrageously
being alone in this dark hell of nothing
with only intolerable abstinence to make me cry
out for mercy in ravaging agony
since I thought you were my friend
and you left me with nothing.
No love has bereft me of thee
and no love can now ever restore thee.
No love is the sinner and criminal
in this outrageous iniquity,
no love at all was there ever that joined us
but only illusions, pretensions and false golden dreams
of a love that was stillborn and fraudulent,
hopeless and vain from the very beginning.
I lived in a dream I imagined of light and of truth
and find me awakened in abysmal darkness
like lost and thrown out in the emptiness of outer space.
And my love? She is lost since she found all her freedom
which bound me in chains of her loss in a night without end.
May she do what she can with her freedom.
My life's only comfort is that I was sacrificed for it.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 894 times
Written on 2006-08-26 at 13:57
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