Lawrence S. Pertillar

Gold Star - 54,110 Points (February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Sleep Agent - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I will admit it.
I have been using you.
You have been my therapist.

Here I sit,
Getting things off my chest.
And silence you give me.
As if you want to hear the rest.

And a going on of spilling of my guts I do.
And when I am through,
Not a sound from you comes.
As if you approve.

You have been my therapist.
And I have been your...
Sleep agent.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 11, 2011

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