Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Why is it those of limited minds,
Have unlimited time to belittle and pick on others...
With a doing to prove,
Someone they choose...
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So many have prioritized a gleaming bling to grab,
To impress as fast as they can get it.
That the rise of young sociopaths or psychopaths,
And whatever definition depicts this sickness...
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Each to their own landscape to paint and frame.
With beginnings that start on a fresh canvas.
Simplistic or complex.
Timeless or in a specific future one decides to set.
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I find it hard to believe,
Someone would repeatedly...
Climb to see the same view,
From atop a high mountain.
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There is a benefit to aging,
I 'never' thought in my wildest of dreams...
I would discover provides comfort and satisfaction.
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Does a giving of an empathy,
Provide a gift of pity?
'Only if the doing it shows! '
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Today it can become so frustrating,
To remain conscious with such focus.
And...
It is noticed.
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No matter who has crushed your pride.
To hit you in the gut felt deep inside,
Get up...
And move away from that gloom.
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What do you mean I never think of you?
I think of you all the time.
In fact you are on my mind so much,
I barely can find my own thoughts to start...
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Miffed I let trivia visit when I sit in quietness.
And the suddenness of it just ticks me off,
Sometimes.
When those 'sometimes' come along,
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