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The Sting of Death


 

I feel the sting of death 
As life reminds me of dreams desired and dreams lost
The heart hurts 
But what to do if the soul 
Has been wounded to the core
My spirit aches 
My spirit is sore

I feel the sting of death
As I am reminded of what I have gained
But only mourn what I know will not come my way
How do you fix what is completely broken 
Disjointed 
Ruined 
Mangled 

 

I feel the sting of death
As I look your way
Eyes rolled 
"Sorry not interested"
I've lost the Midas touch of attraction
My flesh drags me closer to the hole in the ground
Funny how the one thing so many want
Is the one thing which constantly eludes me

I feel the sting of death
Stranger so close and yet so far
This dream eludes
Me-
Wiped out
I've now set myself up for failure 
I'm getting old
The clock has not stopped
And I cannot go backwards 
And still like a fool 
I wait for you

I feel the sting of death
Living will completed
Health Care Proxy done
Life insurance in the pipe line 
Need $250.00 for my will
Or shall I go the cheap route? 

I feel the sting of death
The sadness breathing deep in my chest
I cannot sleep
I cannot rest 
I'm not at my best

 

I feel the sting of death
Another person to say good bye to
What's a man to do
When so much death has ruled an entire life time
It teaches one how to die 
 never to live
The body is here the soul is
Disturbed 
Today there is no peace as death has me in its grip
I hold on not to slip
Into oblivion. 



 

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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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