Recaptured Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Recaptured,
From desires of wanting favorite seasons...
To remain unchanged.

Recaptured,
From seeking things to bring me happiness...
To last forever.
Realizing that would be a long wait,
Between each whim.
As boredom began to suddenly creep in.

Recaptured,
From beliefs that winning anything,
Brought a peace of mind.
When peace of any kind,
Is determined and defined...
By the one who finds it,
Without conditions sought.

Recaptured,
From thoughts that good sex...
Had to involve someone else.

Well...
I am recuperating,
From years spent in self contained confinement.
We all adapt to our own entrapments.
Nothing is perfect.
And besides...
My recovery may be a slower process than others.
And I am in no hurry,
To begin interviews with anyone...
Who may qualify to satisfy my needs.

Some abilities acquired,
Never leave one's memory.
And I am more than prepared,
To take matters into my own hands...
To rekindle anything that may have laid dormant,
From lack of internal activity.

I do have my memories.
And all of them did not end,
With gratifying pleasantries.

I've been recaptured!
Not retooled.


Note:
'Thank you, Herbert, for suggesting 'sought'.
That really strengthened the stanza,
and overall composition.'

Who is Herbert?
Why that is Mr. Herbert Nehrlich.
Johannesburg, South Africa. lol