Pregnant Pauses Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Whatever it is,
To be agreed upon to exist...
Is what it is until it isn't.
Its presence may be felt,
For periods of time to be remembered.
But attempts to revive it back to life,
Some try with efforts to make...
But wasted is the endeavor.
No matter what is done or what takes place.

To rewind back to a time to find excuses,
Seeking an acceptance to claim...
Mistakes to move forward,
Is much more productive...
Than reminiscing them to argue,
In pointless debates.
With a doing deliberated endlessly,
For the purpose to initiate more confusion.
And conflicts to start,
Seldom stop from escalating.

'What you are doing,
Is a total miscarriage and common sense.'

~What is? ~

'Your faked pregnant pauses.
When you know I'm waiting for a response.'

~Look.
I want you to listen to me.
And very carefully.
You created every one of your own headaches.
With it known,
I am not the one...
To continue to carry them around in my mind.
When the first one came,
I thought I made you pleased I left it alone.
But since then,
You believe each one 'you' have with me to keep...
I should condone.
But those days have come to an end.~

'But why don't you say just that?
Instead of delaying my expectations.'

~If you listen to comprehend,
Your 'expectations' would not be mention.~

Whatever it is,
To be agreed upon to exist...
Is what it is until it isn't.
Its presence may be felt,
For periods of time to be remembered.
But attempts to revive it back to life,
Some try with efforts to make...
But wasted is the endeavor.
No matter what is done or what takes place.

'You want me to feel like a fool, don't you? '

~Is it possible? ~