Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

A lover!
One that is kept,
Like none other...
From me that has left.
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You have allowed me to question your honesty,
For too long.
And for too long,
You have chosen to deceive.
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A mansion is built.
And unwanted guests,
Are reported to reside inside.
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What would you call it,
If these activities...
Are not deception as perceived.
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After ten years,
A myth created ends.
And in the ending of this myth,
Not a shred of evidence...
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It is finalizing at midnight.
A molding hold that has grown old,
On a yesterday,
Slipping away...
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This may be traumatic.
But those possessing intelligence,
Are not of your creation.
No scholars you determine...
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Daddy?
Mommy asked me to ask you...
Where did I come from?
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There are those programmed and convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
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Distrust exposed and apparent,
Seldom becomes unquestioned trust again.
Unless...
One awakens with amnesia?
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