Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I know this may be painful for you to hear.
But there are very few people,
With wishes and desires to comprehend your needs.
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Never will these wounds known that I carry,
Affect you directly.
When I earned my scars you were not involved.
Not to see them inflicted when I enlisted,
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Trust.
Not.
Anything somebody says,
To plant and keep inside your head.
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Wouldn't it be wonderful...
If reality provided each one of us with escapes.
To celebrate those moments.
And we were free to place orders,
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Absorb I do your kisses sweet.
In dreams so vivid
As I awaken from a deep and restful sleep.
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May I lay upon your essence fresh.
With morning dew as the Sun slowly rises,
In bluing skies.
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Admire,
I do...
You.
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No open doors do I turn to close.
Although I have burned some bridges,
I admit.
And they were the ones...
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If a healing was done...
Wounds would mend.
An aid would not be needed.
And the funding for it would end.
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You don't know the 'none' of it.
Guess work does not make it exist.
To say you understand,
When blisters appear on my hands?
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