a rather common syndrome, I am afraid...
You carry on in spite of all
with all your duties, businesses and burdens,
straining constantly against the wind
in never-ending ever steeper up-hill
trying to survive
and to forget your losses,
but you can not do without them.
They are always there, reminding you
of how it was when once you had it all,
the whole world and no worries,
just because you had someone to love.
There is no compensation for that loss,
no workoholism, no obsession will suffice
to make up for that emptiness;
and all you can do is to struggle on
and cry at times for all that nothing that you got
as a reward for all your sufferings,
while none of all your losses
ever was intentional, deserved or fair.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2010-02-06 at 12:30
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The loss of love
You carry on in spite of all
with all your duties, businesses and burdens,
straining constantly against the wind
in never-ending ever steeper up-hill
trying to survive
and to forget your losses,
but you can not do without them.
They are always there, reminding you
of how it was when once you had it all,
the whole world and no worries,
just because you had someone to love.
There is no compensation for that loss,
no workoholism, no obsession will suffice
to make up for that emptiness;
and all you can do is to struggle on
and cry at times for all that nothing that you got
as a reward for all your sufferings,
while none of all your losses
ever was intentional, deserved or fair.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 688 times
Written on 2010-02-06 at 12:30
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