Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Fading are the echoes.
Heard through chambers,
Where relics dusted sit.
Traveled from distances to visit,
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So many living in times gone,
Can not be blamed...
For continuing on,
With stubborn beliefs to keep.
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Refusing to accept or not.
With a doing to protest,
The inevitable to reject it.
No one lives to experience,
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Sobering it is.
To be shaken awake.
From a self inducing stupor.
Finding to discover,
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Where does a stalemate go?
To leave no one on the left.
Or the right to take a step.
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Few will stop.
From a having their priorities,
Examined to think...
To what purpose to them serve.
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What I've done to learn,
To know with love to earn.
Has no concern,
Of your thoughts to believe...
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It is more lamenting,
To witness.
A persistent tolerating,
Of a childisness.
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Broken.
Beyond the breaking point.
To make an attempt to mend.
Or await with patience to heal,
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Always there will be,
Someone, somewhere, somehow.
Blaming to claim,
Ignorance is everywhere.
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