My Words Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

My words...
May not present a cent,
To make a difference in your rent.
Or pay on a single bill...
Nagging creditors to you have sent.
Nor will my words...
Put meals down on a plate.
To taste and appreciate,
What I've made and promised to make.
But my words for you written,
To be read and digest...
Come from a place I'm hoping,
Satisfies better...
Than any dessert you have had yet.

My words are meant for you,
To comprehend and understand...
From an uncommon point of view.

Negativity kept to feed upon,
Will more discourage than nourish...
Anyone with a mind that seeks,
Thoughts to think repeatedly...
On self defeating as a feast.
And...
Will be served just the way,
One expects to accept...
Life to live,
On thoughts like these.
Daily fed to feed upon.

'Why is 'my' life,
Constantly provoked...
By anguish and negativity?
Why 'me' all the time?
Why is my mind confined? '

-hmmm...
Maybe you've grown accustomed,
To setting your table...
With familiar utensils.
And you can not face...
Your need to replace,
Hospitality...
For a more focused purpose,
On the reason you question.
Yet...
You have no answers,
To your 'why(s) ' to untie...
From denial.-