By the death bed
There is no greater heroism
than fighting it alone in darkness
against absolute adversity
with no chance of a victory
but fighting it out all the same alone,
life being turned into a constant nightmare
of outrageous pain and suffering
with no associate except the fearful death
which tortures you the more the more you fight it.
Everyone advises you to just give up,
give in, succumb, resign and let it go,
but life can not be parted with in any way
without a fight and voluntarily;
and the longer and the more you fight it out,
the more heroic your defence of life becomes;
and all is well, and victory is possible
as long as only there is someone by your side.
When finally the last companion gives up the last stand,
not until then the fight is over,
and it is allowable to finally give up;
and then you know, as you are dying,
that you die a conqueror,
you have secured the final victory;
and that companion will also know it well,
as you both know that this life will go on
victorious and conquering forever.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-02-07 at 18:15
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