Without Some Love Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

And so it is.
To witness and observe.

No one can live life,
Without some love.
No one can thrive or survive,
Feasting on just evil.

People living behind locked gates,
Feeling safe and celebrating isolation.
Are no different than prison inmates.
Confessing to obsessing,
Possessions to get.
With belief to keep them,
From others protected.

People living behind locked gates,
Are chased by fear and paranoia.
Persecuted to delude a grandeur obtained,
Sustains a success that impresses.
But their minds remain,
Threaten without rest to get.

No one can live life,
Without some love.
No one can thrive or survive,
Feasting on just evil.
Or believe their misdeeds deceived,
Can be confined away from their minds.

Without some love,
To know it and defined.
No one can live life,
Feasting on just evil.
Even those isolated,
And choosing to live behind locked gates...
Are chased and not immuned,
From fear.
Or threats they've created...
Feasting on just evil.

With this to believe,
Without some love to have known...
Their minds will allow,
Peace of mind to get it achieved...
Will leave them alone to condone.

'911...
May I help you? '

~Please! Please...
You've got to help me.~

'Calm down.
What is the problem? '

~I can't find my keys.
And the guard is not at the gate.
I live in an exclusive community.
And I am being stalked and chased,
By a neighbor.~

'Does your neighbor have keys? '

~Yes.
Didn't you hear me?
I said I lived in an exclusive community.~

'Well...
This threat seems to have been,
Of your own making.
And if the guard is not there,
With a gate that is locked...
Perhaps your paranoia,
Is not ours to stop.
Psychiatrists we are not! '

And so it is.
To witness and observe.