Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

It is a tremendous feeling,
To know...
Someone is there,
Who cares deeply.
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When you have finished,
Searching for more dirt...
That has not been revealed,
To appeal to your taste.
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Assimilated comfortability,
Can be yours routinely.
With dependable reliability,
With those alike who seek it.
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Not too many moons ago,
There seemed to have been...
Peace mentioned and wanted.
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Remember when 'that' innocence,
Within us came to linger?
Abhorring aberations...
Of anything that conflicted,
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They were all dealt from the same deck.
And played their cards,
Accordingly.
Doing those things they believed were correct.
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Treat me like someone who comes to care.
And not anyone you meet...
Recently picked up,
Off a public street.
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Before it even happens for many,
It has already begun...
For some.
In an undescribable event that comes.
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At the end of each day,
This is certain...
Nothing that has been lived,
In a past that has been witnessed...
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I did not come to know love,
To rid myself of it to hate.
I did not choose to unlock a door...
To then escape by building a gate.
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