Two Shits about Gio
And the latest injustice, plainly, is this:
That I'm denied the promise of bliss
Within your embrace, that I'm alone
In this world of cursed flesh and bone.
The prophets of this most modern age
Insist that loners will never escape the cage
Of dreaded depression, the hated jail
Of love unrequited. A coffin's nail
Is this feeling I have for you, my sweet;
Ignoring me must be your proudest feat.
Yet, still, I believe this to be just an act:
I believe your reciprocal love to be a fact.
It takes only nerve to admit what you feel,
It takes just a whisper. A love that is real
Exists between us, you know it, I know it.
These are the words of a haunted Poet:
I'm haunted by dreams of you, my dear,
The love I have for you makes me fear
What false declarations I always must hear
From you, for these make my heart sear.
It burns, it burns! in a pool of blood
That boils with passion, and lust, the mud
From which I came has hardened to clay:
And I live again, to die another day.
January 1998
Created 09/18/02 / Last modified 09/18/02 by
Giovanni Dania
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