Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I feel them.
Cold but warming.
Inside my pockets.
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Is capitalism dead?
For those keeping candlelight vigils...
In hopes of a miracle.
A team of resuscitators,
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I had nothing left.
Or so I thought.
And I sat remembering,
Who and what brought me joy.
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So alone I feel.
So destitute and isolated.
So without hope...
I would sell my faith,
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Okay, okay, okay!
I admit it.
I hid my ambitions.
Secretly I kept wishes to succeed,
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Well...
It's not like you are without options.
Remember that time,
You said to yourself...
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Am I satisfied?
Of course I am.
However...
I do think,
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Broadsided!
By a web of factors.
And we must 'bob and weave'...
Through the onslaught of what is thrown.
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How does one become better,
Doing what one does?
And remain happy at doing it?
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Who and what I am...
I am.
I have not spent my life,
Being anyone else.
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