The Years Pass Us By- Dedicated to my Sister

August 12, 2012

The years pass us by, and still we don't meet eye to eye In the silent screaming resentments, the quiet pretending...the vagueness of words. The shaming experience, the never feeling good enough or forgiven enough.. The Years pass us by, and we still don't meet eye to eye Our frozen emotions... Our frozen lives... Our frigid frozen eyes....never connecting, a drifting in and out...then good byes. The Years Pass us by...the truths the lies...the silence of Our demise We live in disguise... Somewhere we lost each other in life's battle cry Removed and worlds apart, this may never heal, there is a death in the heart. The regrets, the total disconnect, the lack of respect. The Years Pass Us by and still frustration lingers inside Time has no mercy for our internal collide It goes on and on...until one day we both subside. I hope time will be kind......and heal our lives. The Years Pass Us by The mistakes made The words said Misdeeds, things never correct.. I wish us both the best. Life always has another test Its how we rise to the quest... The Years Pass Us by.....and we remain forever in this silent awful mess. Photo: The Airport, 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 13, 2012

When you write about everything being frozen, it gives a vivid image as well as a flood of emotion because you are writing this poem about someone who should be close to you. "It's how we rise to the quest" is a line that spoke to me because this line tells how we can only make a difference if we try our best.