The Mourning After

August 9, 2012

There are tear stained cheeks Eulogies of greatness The hellos and the good byes Like a raccoon I wake up with black eyes Candles were dripping on glass The wailing imbedded in my mind A son in an emotional decline. I’m free from the fornicating sin A life snuffed out on a greedy whim I’m running from the sun and take refuge in silence well earned. The nightmares escalate and so does the hate. Then I decide on the inevitable confessional call to her. Forgive me Father for I have sinned. Palms gripping tightly merging with cold hard plastic, A high-tech confession no face required-anonymously attired. Three rings – a voice- weak trembling- I’m not surprised- “I am not sorry for your loss.” The soil is always hungry to swallow, opening its mouth in righteous glee, can you hear me? Pedophile was he. Hands were like a poisonous scorpion. Tongue like Medusa, Passion like Beelzebub as he rubbed me in all the wrong places shamming angel’s faces. Face like a phantom over my youthful glow, the light went out this day I know. Like a ball and blackened chain- Noose around my organ Pulling- Stretching- Lying- Coercing- Seducing- Polluting! The mourning after- Forgive me father for I (?) have sinned Now the burdened is shared- After she dared to listen to me It’s the morning after- Now I am free. Photo: Azarel

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Lucian A. Sperta

Published Author and Poet over 25 books in paper back and digital books Selected American Library Association 2015 Model Citizen 2013 Writer of the Month Meridan 1989 American Society of Authors Composers and Publishers since 1994 #8 Hot Top 100 Hot New Release in Poetry #1 Best in Photo Essay Amazon.com Some people think I expose myself too much in what I say in my poems, I don't consider myself a poet as much as I feel I am a story teller, how can one write subjected to other peoples point of view on how I write, what I write, and how I express myself. This is my journey and self expression is how I choose to deal with it; words, writing has been the outlet where I control without fear, without shame, the pen and paper will never betray you. A poet is one, I believe, can take a surgical scalpel to the soul and let it bleed what it truly feels.....

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Comments (2)

marieAug 10, 2012

That's a very good idea, Azarel. It is a very important topic to discuss, and can be greatly impacted through poetry. This is a beautiful poem, and I'd love to read more of your pieces.

Lucian A. SpertaAug 9, 2012

I think a new topic should be added to the many great causes here, surviving sexual abuse, rape, physical abuse in our Communities and Society as a whole. Azarel