THE TROUBLE IS, I KNOW WHY...

If a man will not occupy himself with a task,
a life's task,
of course, he'll be depressed.

I know that.
I've known that for some time
and, yet, I fiddle with depression all the time.

Poetry really doesn't put an end to the depression.
It's a substitute for something else that I must do.

I take months off from writing...
It never fails!
Only when the depression kicks in
then, and only then, do I write the commandments.

Jesus is my savior.
He made me a writer.
I have no other salvation.

lol!

Everything else is a pretense of life for me.
My task is to write what I've been given
and if I don't
the trouble is, depression;
and I know why.

Don't cry for me.
I'll get up, again -I've done it a thousand times-.
And I'll learn to focus -I do it now and then-.
on my life's task.

I'm just an undisciplined fool.

Right now, I'm depressed -My folly bites-.
I can feel it in my heart.
But, I also know how to fight it.
Find a task!
A meaningful task.
Or find myself a woman
and make her miserable.

I don't want to cheat her out of a happy life
just to avoid my spiritual responsibilities.

I need a help-mate.
The trouble is:
who's gonna believe what I have on my hands?
How do I share what I have with someone I'm interested in?
God needs to do his part, too.

By: Michael C. Teniente
November 23, 2011
Los Angeles, CA. 90004