Lawrence S. Pertillar
Desperate Are These Hours - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Desperate are these hours lived that come,
To gather those shattered by slinging innuendos.
And windows once opened to welcome fresh air...
Are sealed to conceal a liveliness heard and shared!
People are afraid and scared to speak their minds.
Afraid of accusations and 'graped-vined' whines...
Descending upon their dwindling peace.
A peace of mind they fought hard to find!
Too many have released,
Little 'white lies' that have increased.
With eyes demonic and with evil tongues that speak!
Ruining lives as time flys by!
Desperate are these hours lived that come!
Leaving most to host their fear in panic,
Behind closed doors...
Bolting locks and ignoring knocks.
As those who boost the spread of scum...
Delight in their madness that has diseased everyone!
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