They say the highest language of love is poetry.
In the dreariness of gloom
of winter darkness, poverty and misery,
amidst depression and despair
of dismal memories and apparitions,
love is always necessary for a change,
no matter of what kind,
as long as there is someone else to love
than just your own unbearable company.
Just let it hurt and ache and give whatever pains
and drive you mad and to exhaustion,
as long as but you have your love
to cherish and surrender to,
some sweetness to escape to
just for a relief of a most momentary kind
from the unbearibility of the reality of hell.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-03-01 at 17:55
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The necessity of poetry
In the dreariness of gloom
of winter darkness, poverty and misery,
amidst depression and despair
of dismal memories and apparitions,
love is always necessary for a change,
no matter of what kind,
as long as there is someone else to love
than just your own unbearable company.
Just let it hurt and ache and give whatever pains
and drive you mad and to exhaustion,
as long as but you have your love
to cherish and surrender to,
some sweetness to escape to
just for a relief of a most momentary kind
from the unbearibility of the reality of hell.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 512 times
Written on 2009-03-01 at 17:55
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