Sickened Sweet With Promises Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

They chose to take,
Another route.
In pursuit.
They would face,
A deadend to defend and embrace.

They chose to take,
Another route.
To then declare.
They,
Were not aware.

Sickened sweet with promises.
Yet
None of them existed.
Fixed with addictions.
And no one cared.

And those who followed say,
The choices made weren't theirs.
And those who followed say,
They were not prepared.
And those who followed say,
The air that laid sweet with promises to keep.
Would amongst them be shared.
Whether or not.
Promises kept may not be there.

They chose to take,
Another route.
In pursuit
They would face,
A deadend to defend and embrace.

They chose to take,
Another route.
To then declare.
They,
Were not aware.
But a choosing of deceit they did.
And none amongst them dared.

Sickened sweet with promises.
Yet.
None of them existed.
Fixed with addictions.
And no one cared.