Pulling It Apart Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Pulling It Apart
It is there for what it is.
To be appreciated for what it does.
Dissect it...
And it loses its significance.
Becoming worthless.
Nothing is achieved.
Nothing remains.
It is gone.
The value once priceless,
Can never be duplicated!
That wasn't the intention...
When it came.
Pulling it apart...
Leaves no memories to cherish.
seeing to much into nothing only creates dividends of bankruptcy... nice write
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