Raging Against the Bliss
Many hearts are damaged,
some broken beyond repair
through love and loss
we bear all costs
with cluttered minds
we take love’s dare.
When perfection is impossible,
which it always is
some weep, some wail,
some complain to no avail
or they just rage blindly
against the bliss.
Jeanne MacGregor Lahn
This poem was written by Jeanne Lahn on Mar 15, 2006.
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