Depictions To Pay For Their Fears Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There will always be those,
From behind their windows and closed doors...
Seeking 'something' to offend their limitations.
And fenced in comfort zones.

To then protest it, they do, to others who get upset.
Yet criticizing what goes on,
Around their isolated lives...
Seems never to have them realize,
What exists on the otherside of their set limits...
Still connects.
With or without a fence to defend,
Whatever it is that is perceived to offend them.
And many will not accept,
Conscious of it or not...
That the only exit there is from it is death.
No matter how, from where or who...
Monitors their high-tech security systems.

There will always be those,
From behind their windows and closed doors...
Seeking 'something' to offend their limitations.
And fenced in comfort zones.
With a seeking to protect themselves.
As they peek without sleeping for reasons to validate,
Depictions to pay for their fears.

'Is this 9-1-1? '

~Yes.~

'I need the police to come here, quickly.'

~What's the problem? ~

'My neighbors have invited people in their home,
I've never seen before.'

~And...
How are 'you' threatened by this? ~

'One carries a six-pack of beer.
And the other holds,
What appears to me to be a bottle of wine.
You know...
The cheap kind.
And I know for a fact an empty bottle can be used,
As a weapon.'

~I see.
Have you tried minding your own business? ~

'Excuse me?
I'm being pro-active here.
Hello?
HELLO? '