Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Given like a ticket,
To get.
A parked attitude, Unlocked.
It should be given,
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This hurts.
Your pain and dismissed interest,
In my shown concern to be there...
For you caring as I do.
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Gone is the innocence.
And its meaning today,
Portrayed to make it sense.
Or argue over the benefit it has to value.
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I had to walk away,
From stale limitations.
And invitations to repeat,
Familiar avenues I knew...
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Prolonged can be,
Our most frightening nightmares.
Remembered in detail to describe.
As goosebumps on arms rise,
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Back to the knocking,
Of their own heads...
On handheld bricks.
Hoping this convinces,
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No child can be expected,
To bloom alone...
Into a responsible adult.
Without flourishing to be nourished,
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Feed me lots not bits of love.
Don't nibble on my need.
Paradise is closing in.
With your seizing ability.
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Meet me near the east of Heaven.
There I will be.
Awaiting before dawn,
To feel and witness the Sun.
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Called from any distance.
On alert to be prepared.
To pleasure without suspense,
A meeting of needs to feed decadence.
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