The death visit
One day when you least expect it
you will have a knock on your door
of no one that can be identified,
and so you wonder who he is
and keep on wondering
until you understand him.
Then he will remain your constant visitor
to every now and then come knocking
for a deadly visit out of darkness
to initiate you in the secret of black holes,
the other side of life, that no one wants to hear of
since it is not very social.
But it's there, and once you've come to know it
you will be a frequent guest,
like that friend coming knocking at your door
indefinitely constantly and every now and then
to drag you down into the abyss of depression,
the supreme despair and anguish
which each time will leave you
even dirtier as a squeezed out rag
completely wasted and consumed,
but that is part of life,
which all the same continues
like a constant show just going on
ignoring what takes place behind the curtains,
which is of no consequence to what's on stage,
although it is the manager and runner of the show.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-07-13 at 19:58
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