I Did Nothingto You Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

'I did nothing to you.'

Isn't it ironic,
When these words are heard...
They come from the voice of one,
Expressing childhood innocence.

And directed they are to another to convince,
What had been tolerated repeatedly...
Makes more sense to end the nonsense,
Than to experience more of it again.

And without one word left to express,
From shut lips tightly pressed.
The one who has had it...
Just walks away with nothing else to address.

'I did nothing to you.'

Isn't it ironic,
When these words are heard...
They come from the voice of one,
Expressing childhood innocence.

And without one word left to express,
From shut lips tightly pressed.
The one who has had it...
Just walks away with nothing else to address.

'I did nothing to you.
Idiot.
Who cares...
Fool.'

And directed these words are,
To another to convince...
What had been tolerated repeatedly.
Is making more sense to end the nonsense,
Than to experience more of it again.

'You're a big stuck up fool.
I did nothing to you.'

And without one word left to express,
From shut lips tightly pressed.
The one who has had it...
Just walks away with nothing else to address.