Suspicions Existing Unresisted Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There is nothing in the shadows,
Yet they run to them and hide.
Nothing there subsisting with substance...
A suspicion fits in this existence...
And no one in this exposed enclosure confides.

Quick is shared philosophies,
Of how their plight began!
Sunlight has chased away curiosity,
As a 'dawning' meets an assisted dead end.

This has been accepted.
And approved by ignorance.
No one sheltered kept in darkness...
Can find themselves trusting from within.
All respect has found neglect.

Their faith has gone.

There is nothing in the shadows,
Yet they run to them and hide.
Nothing there subsisting with substance.
Suspicious in existence...
No one in this enclosure confides.

And snatching satisfactions...
From distractions they regret.
No one has found true comfort where they are...
But continue to project,
An incorrectness they protect!

A faith professed has certainly gone...
And no one takes the time to reverse these minds,
That are wrong!
As they spin delighted on this carousel,
Caring less they have spun around too long!
Heated by a living hell...
They've become accustomed to live too well!