Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

If you are one...
And there are many.
You are not alone.
Who sat on the sidelines...
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Putting a new face on the same dilemma,
Does not erase the affects of it.
But those in high places,
Accustomed to deceit...
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Why are some stunned by truth?
It is not something taught,
One gets accustomed to.
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It hurts.
Feeling deserted.
Yet with a mind that continues to grow.
And no one around to expose this experience.
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A product solicited and much too erotic,
With a marketing done to the very young.
In articles that blatantly state:
'Scope Upon Your Pleasures.
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Do I suggest one has to witness death,
To appreciate one's life?
Not necessarily.
But the witnessing of someone close,
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Something occurs,
And from minds can not be excused.
Comments made by those thought elite...
Seem very disconnected from humanity.
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How many grains of sand,
Are there on every beach on Earth.

'That would be impossible for me to fathom.'
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When one is accustomed to living alone.
And being independent...
It becomes difficult to embrace,
Those who suddenly appear...
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It was stated to them then,
How they underestimated...
Feelings that had been readily given.
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