Constant And Self Imposing Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

To feel not done,
With more to do.
With more to accomplish,
And much more to pursue.
Hoping what one did,
Has represented one's best.
But no one really knows that better.
No one but the one...
Who critiques oneself,
Harsher than the rest.

To satisfy in submission undenied,
A mission with a goal to complete.
No socializing comes to one...
That one who with self competes.
And to understand this,
No one can.
No one...
Than the one who sacrifices sleep.
Time and time and time again,
Just to make something even more acceptible...
And much more easier when peering,
Scrutinized
Under microscopic probing peeks!

This is what it takes.
To make something someone loves...
And creates!
Down to the crevice with perfection,
Sealed with no leaks.
For others to share, view or just stare.
And/or partake to satisfy one's glare!
For taste.
Either to be celebrated...
Or preparing one for heartbreak.
This...
Is not a life lived,
For anyone to despise or quickly dismiss!
This is too much of a constant...
And self imposing challenge to resist!
This...
Is not a life lived,
For anyone to despise or quickly dismiss!
This...
Is only the life,
One is willing to die for and exist!
This...
Can only be the life,
Of one who can live it and persist!