Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I will say this.

'What?
What is it? '
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A wrong direction taken,
Does not correct itself...
Alone.
Or by accusations made.
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Failure wished dispensed,
And is...
Seldom stops.
To leave those wishing it,
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What can be said to someone that hurts?
Someone accustomed,
To wallowing away in sludge and dirt...
With given alerts that warn.
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Strong winds come to stir and blow.
With it a mixture of ocean rain.
Could this be the season so soon,
Of those unpredictable tornados.
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In my pain remaining,
You still dropp more of it.
As if I occupy a pitstop.
And I am there...
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I've come to you to feed you love.
Not treat you with a desserting,
Of an agony you've been told to keep.
And you gaze upon me,
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Excessive.
External.
Assessing...
To determine,
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If one makes a decision,
To awaken seeking ways to appreciate life.
With a feeling that expresses a gratefulness,
To experience this gift.
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This life is mine and not yours to ride.
Get off my back.
Keep your eyes on your own path.
Make and establish your own tracks.
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