sometimes . . . ?

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.