Lost Yet Treasured Souls Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I don't feel sorry for those,
Who sold without getting back...
Their lost yet treasured souls, .
To anyone who came along...
With a dangling done of 'bling'.
As a device to entice them to do,
ANY and EVERYthing to get a taste of it.

Even if that to them meant,
Dropping to their knees to lick and suck...
Whatever was expose for the exchange,
For the offering to please temporary needs.
To impress with a dressing of their lowlife deeds.

I don't feel sorry for these people at all,
Made to crawl until they appease...
Whomever now holds their souls to squeeze.
Especially when it comes to professing their confessions.
After losing their possessions now repossessed.
And the ones expected to forgive and forget,
Are the very ones they left behind and last seen...
With their noses turned up riding in the back of a limousine.

I don't feel sorry for those who go offtrack,
Who quickly sold their lost yet treasured souls.
With a hoping they can buy them back.
As if the price to pay is not in fact 'priceless'.
But hung to sell cheap on a bargain basement rack.
People like that only God can forgive.
And I can only do my best as a work-in-progress.
With a reminding of myself what I wish to keep treasured.
And blessings I get kept protected.