Shallow Are My Nights Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Shallow are my nights.
A smothering of wrongs...
Has come to contaminate,
My will to do things right!

And for what reasons,
Should I hold onto standards gone?
Where is my quality of life?
Dreams I treasured to fulfill,
Have made me feel...
I don't belong!

My strength to maintain them...
Seems like a song I've sung.
I no longer care to even hum!

Shallow are my nights.
A smothering of wrongs...
Has come to contaminate,
My will to do things right!

Trashed are my steps.
To place them at my best.
A process once I refused as disrespect.
Now I see,
Less than mediocrity.
Is more than enough...
Those conditioned with this mindset will accept.

Shallow are my nights.
And a Sun once bright I gazed with delight...
Leaves me with a warmth,
I have come to find irritating.

Shallow are my nights.
With a lust I seek from the gutters!