Emotional Venues Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

All it takes,
Is some time to spend alone.
By anyone to appreciate,
A doing to accept one's self.
Recuperating.
From a nonsense to commit.
And done with consciousness to realize,
Surviving in today's World...
Seems one has to await and thrive,
On a free delivery...
Of personalized agony.

All it takes,
Is some time spent to evaluate.
Reality.
And not what is deluded.
On a fast pace creating division.
With a taste of hatred.
Until it is craved.

All it takes,
Is a refusing to participate.
And ignoring the ones chasing,
Despair, sympathy and empathy to share.
With this done to seek,
Other emotional venues.
That grays prematurely the color,
Of one's hair.

This is not the life,
God intended anyone to live.
No.
It is not.
And just like the smell,
Of someone's naturally dispelled gas.
These times we live will be forgotten.
To reminisce if this is wished.
Feeling blessed and grateful.
The stench from these times,
Has from everyone passed.