Dark clouds
The storms are heavy gathering against us
with a fulsome terror of infernos,
conflicts, illness, poverty, controversy,
depression, enmity, abuse and what not,
and the only answer seems to be to flee, to run away;
but you can never run away from your own fate.
It's there in all its horror of an overwhelming challenge
like a goblin waiting constantly around the corner
for the pleasure of abusing you and take you by surprise
again and ever and again, and you are never up to it.
What can one do? The only sensible good thing to do
is not to worry, not to care about it, since it only will grow worse
the more you think of it and brood on it
and spend your sleepless nights on it in vain;
for that foul fate will never leave you with its challenge,
it will just stick on to you until you have survived it,
which you always will do in the end, if only you sustain it
and face up to it and never flinch; for in the end
the victory is yours, since death will not just fool us all
but even all our destinies.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-07-02 at 16:54
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