Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

What is it with those,
Who boo and hiss efforts of some people...
To purposely wish havoc bestowed upon them.
And as years pass evil deed doers later expect,
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What do you wish to see from me?
Submission.
Weakness.
No depth of identity.
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No longer do I awaken with questions,
To doubt yesterdays that have gone.
What benefit from this would I get,
If I allowed myself to sit...
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Remember this...
No storm you fear to face,
Is chased away...
When you pursue,
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Pick it up or be gone.
What's given.
Pick it up or be gone.
What's there.
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Overnight...
That which had been different,
Is today alright.
With a jumping over in leaps and bounds,
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Although their fingerprints appear,
On the shovels used to dig themselves...
Into a hole so deep,
Those still digging can not be seen...
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So many years have passed.
And so many have lived their lives,
Being led down the wrong paths...
To one day discover,
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The only thing that mattered to you,
Was the making of impressions.
Not strengthening our relationship.
That became a daily game,
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I am not a rumor.
Nor am I a page from a script,
To overdo as rehearsed.
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