Something Real You Needed To Feel Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Losing sleep I am not going to do.
Nor will I be pacing back and forth,
On a floor behind a closed door...
To wonder why you had ignored,
My advice specifically given to you.

You chose to do your suffering.
You chose to do this,
With a doing to me to prove...
Listening to me to pay attention,
With an intent you were not going to do.

And now...
You lay drugged up.
In a body cast...
Itching from head to toe.
And you whisper even on your butt!
But remember...
It was I who mentioned that fast moving truck,
Approaching you quickly if you did not move!
You didn't. As if you had a wish to be striken.

You won.
And I am neither shocked nor stunned,
By the outcome to you done.
And if you should survive to completely heal,
You needn't worry ever again...
My interfering with something real you needed to feel.
From now on my mouth will remain sealed.

Your experience to witness has shown me this:
There is nothing like a lesson to learn,
When the teaching of it is more meaningful to accept...
To have more of a personal affect...
If the doing is directed effectively!
And I 'thought' I was the teacher.
No. You taught this lesson and very well.

That's why a losing sleep I am not going to do.
Nor will I be pacing back and forth,
On a floor behind a closed door...
To wonder why you had ignored,
My advice specifically given to you.
You knew there was 'something' you had to prove.
And you did. Your brilliance, I admit, I under-estimated.