The Straitjacket
Life is a straitjacket
being constantly tied tighter
like in a kind of sadistic vice of pain
unceasingly increased and getting worse with the years
like in a kind of Self-Tormentor's Paradise.
Who enjoys it is a self-tormentor
while all realists can only find suffering
and more suffering as long as they live,
for reality is never beautiful.
The joys and beauties of life
are restricted to flash moments of rare oases,
like dream moments ending abruptly at once
transcending instantly into the dark dreary night again,
which always dominates and never ends.
No, I love not life,
this nightmare prison of pains,
this eternity of misery and baseness,
ugliness and evil, cruelty and tyranny,
where the least evil of everything
paradoxically enough is that neverending suffering
which is the only thing that keeps life going on.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-06-04 at 10:13
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