Pitstop Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

In my pain remaining,
You still dropp more of it.
As if I occupy a pitstop.
And I am there...
To replenish your need,
To gas up...
As you retire your worn out displeasures,
To rebuckle for a rebooting...
For a race you keep,
To speed away to leave me broken.

I pray for you!
To Stop this dance you do with evil.
But emotionally you wish me drained.
So no one else can see,
Who re-energizes you...
After you are through abusing me.

But one day you will come not to feel this way.
The scars dropped by the clock...
Will inflict upon your mind reminders.
Behind closed doors,
You will begin to feel trapped.
By a consciousness that visits.
And your past misdeeds will plead to be forgiven.

But...
From whom or what,
Will release you from those pitstops,
That left me strickened as you struck...
With a letting go for a public showing.

'Stop it,
Let me go.'

The scars dropped by the clock...
Will inflict upon your mind reminders.

'Stop it,
Let me go.'

The scars dropped by the clock...
Will inflict upon your mind reminders.

In my pain remaining,
You would dropp more of it.
As if I occupied a pitstop.
And I was there...
To replenish your need,
To gas up...
As you retired your worn out displeasures.
To rebuckle for a rebooting...
For a race you kept,
To speed away to leave me broken.

One day you will come not to feel this way.

'Stop it,
Let me go.'

The scars dropped by the clock...
Will inflict upon your mind reminders.

'Stop it,
Let me go.'

The scars dropped by the clock...
Will inflict upon your mind reminders.

And it will be your misdeeds.
Not me to haunt you.