Fallen Twigs Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Not one interest do I have,
To be caught up in the mix...
And added to the list,
Of unfortunate statistics.

Too many lessons I have learned,
From feeding those yearnings that burned...
To leave me mentally drained and physically sick,
Because of desires I had to be a part of it.

Not one interest do I have,
To be caught up in the mix...
And added to the list,
Of unfortunate statistics.

Too many I have seen that were demeaned,
After exhausting themselves for someone else...
To be left as fallen twigs.
To wither of potential that held promises to bloom.