How Painful It Is Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

How Painful It Is



It could have been fixed.
But those who noticed it broken,
And happening to others.
Ignored what they believed,
Would never become theirs.
To grieve.
Or own.
With such sorrow to condone.
And now...
It has their attention to mention,
How painful it is to heal and mend.
For 'them'.

Tuesday, July 16, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: thoughtless
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