A Clear And Present Sorrow Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A Clear And Present Sorrow



When integrity is lost.
And all words heard spewing...
Out from twisted divisive lips,
Are given to get attention...
More today than any other time,
To get.
There is a clear and present,
Sorrow.
Dangerous!
More dangerous than threats,
To have been created.
And addressed.

When deceit to deliver gets,
Thunderous applause...
Absent of a thought process,
No one objects to this...
To dismiss and overrule.
Fooled are those,
Who have had themselves...
Hopelessly from truth,
Disconnected.

When the reality,
Of one's identity is tossed.
Left to forget.
And considered insignificant,
Prolonged becomes despair.
To value.
And gone to remember,
Is the breathing of fresh air.
To think of life...
As an unnecessary commodity.

Saturday, February 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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