Don'T Fall To Pieces Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Feeding on the things you want,
Undaunted.
And doing it to flaunt?
With hopes to generate stares,
To delight in a doing of superficial taunts.
To prove whatever it is you think you do,
Excites.

Don't...
Fall to pieces.
Or be the one that weeps.
When you discover you are not the priority,
On anyone's mind...
You'd like to impress in the streets,
In clown declining times.

When...
Those days don't go your way,
Don't fall to pieces.
Or be the one that weeps.

When...
Blue skies cover with clouds and turn to gray,
Don't fall to pieces.
Or be the one that weeps.

Biting on nails and getting pale,
As rose colored glasses worn...
Begin to fail.
Don't fall to pieces.

If the bread you nibble on taste as if stale,
Don't fall to pieces with a rushing home...
To your own jail cell.
With a rummaging through other costumes.

Remember this...
What you did yesterday,
With beliefs you could do it.
People today are not as shallow...
And can see through it.

And what you represent...
In your Superfly garments,
Reminds those who have awakened...
How lost in space,
Those who still chase...
The ridiculous.
With hopes those days return.

Don't...
Fall to pieces.
Or be the one that weeps.
When you discover you are not the priority...
On anyone's mind,
You'd like to impress in the streets.

Don't fall to pieces but seek,
Your true identity.
These are the times,
Your mind could use a hefty dose of it.
Truth is on the scene and here to prevail.