Helpless, almost
Your rationality bewilders me,
your sense transcends my own,
I am a maniac in comparison
and sick at that in mind and soul,
while you appear a formidable godsend
to adjust me and correct me
with your calm good sense and reason,
but do I have the capacity to listen
and to be corrected by a better self
that I did hardly make myself deserved of?
It's all up to me, I am afraid,
but one thing I will do for sure:
to thank you for your mere existence
and to never let you go away or vanish
from your vital presence in my life
as my only light to guide me in my blindness.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-05-11 at 09:49
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