sometimes . . . . ?

[Bill]

 

Sometimes ?

 

it was a lonely time

and my comfort and consolation played “Hide and Seek”

in the chambers of my heart

and my thoughts

 

all too often as the Artist that i am

i created a multitude of personas

so that it would appear that i had friends

 

i embraced this deliberate schizophrenia

so i would have someone to talk to

 

in my seclusive reclusion

my fair dear old friend “Joy” eluded me

so i found it quite necessary to delude myself

that i may pretend to be sane

on this inane plane

i have adopted as my lot

 

seemingly i have forgotten

the feel of the sunshine

and winds

upon the Sails of my hope

yet i have been coping

much longer than i cared

yet i dare not

go beyond the line in the sand

of my insecurities

 

yes, i was lonely

as only i could be

for in some justifiable

unreliable

verifiable

yet deniable line of thought

i have bought

into some deranged psyche

that i was OK

what can i say

for we all live that way . . .

 

sometimes ?

 

 

(c) 23 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.



[Eva Libre]

my beloved family

 

[Bill]

[Eva Libre]

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[Eva Libre]

if you think ... you're all alone ......, think no!

[Bill]

all smiles . . i am on East Coast EST . . . good night my friend

Blessings

bill

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