Nothing Left To Do To Be Done Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

No one voices their opinion,
Until an escalation of an ending begins.
And they make a collective noise then,
As if what is said should make sense and is heard.
Yet,
Disorderly conduct is all that is observed.

And those who came to warn them of misgivings...
Leave this scene without a mumbling word.
There is nothing left to say.
Nothing left to do to be done...
In a way that stayed obeyed!
So they lower their heads and pray.
Choosing to take their peace of mind,
And walk away while there is still time.
Some folks use their trivialities...
As if these are what is wished to find,
As a gold mine.
A self reflection had not visited their minds.
And that is the discovery of this sadness,
Had and has reached its full!
They choose to leave behind.
A higher consciousness to those promised...
Has been witnessed from them to be dismissed.
And ruined 'gifts' are left to sit,
And shared in disrespect.