Vincent B.

August 10, 2012

Thoughts of you abound in my mind This terrible struggle within my life, Has caused me grief – and terrible strife. Between love and hate this horrific state Underneath you lay in a cemented slate. Hands invading my youthful terrain You never truly explained- Your created guilt and wounding shame. This Shallow grave and silent stone above your cold and dusty bones- I remain with a forever question unanswered and alone.

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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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Lucian A. SpertaAug 12, 2012

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jwienerAug 12, 2012

The struggles and confusion while feeling both love and hate for someone or something that has occurred is an aspect of every person's life that we all must deal with at some point. You did a great job in this poem of describing what these conflicting emotions feel like and how you try to deal with them.