Lawrence S. Pertillar
Fresh Air Missed - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
The hold of self defeating leaves,
When one decides a routine should go.
To escape from a place that offers no growth.
And when the excitement of living a life,
Begins to stale...
One should not prevail in that which fails.
A door that stays shut,
Supported by hinges that rust...
Needs only to be opened,
Fresh air missed,
To breathe in again...
If one decides,
To experience being in it!
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