It Gets More Difficult Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Each day it gets more difficult for many,
To deny they've lived by lies to exist.
And allowed divisions to exist to split,
Relationships they permitted to drift.

Ego, envy and jealousies,
Once prioritized to keep on the top...
Of such lists,
Are today wished to have not been created.
By those who have become sickened,
With sadness to have less happiness.

And the ones without regrets,
Have moved on with honesty kept to express.
To leave behind deceiving minds.
Knowing in time liars will find themselves,
Doing their best to assess their misdeeds.

'Why do some people,
Keep bringing up the past? '

~Who knows.
Sometimes the garbage and trash,
On others some enjoyed to throw...
Is in need for them to revisit,
To believe a stench they now smell...
Will go away.~

'But to where? '

~I'm not there to care.
I've heard it all too many times before.~