My Dis-ease

August 12, 2012

Consistent with the times- The disease of the mind- This punishment for the unearned crime- Drowns me time after time- The world so grey, it never seems to go away- Laughter but a distant memory- This façade-this created me- Is deeply rooted with historical misery- It clouds my eyes-makes me sigh- A stinging pain-My soul is stained- This disease of the mind must be drained. Fills me with shame, the episode- I implode- Never feeling the same, is my mind to blame? Oh these silly mental games, moving real slow with each and every blow, with this I know- My disease is with me wherever I go. 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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jwienerAug 12, 2012

"This façade-this / created me- / Is deeply rooted / with historical / misery" are such important lines because sometimes when we are insecure about ourselves we create a mask of ourselves or a fake personality, but these lines show that there is not much to be gained by doing so, because we will still be unhappy.