The Depth Of It Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I can be lonely.
But the depth of it,
Can not be depicted...
With words to describe,
Although I'll try it expressed.

I can be lonely with a wish to see,
A respect I can believe.
And shared amongst the people.
Without it left behind locked doors to perceive.

I can be lonely with expectations,
Everyone is living with a giving discipline...
Accepted.
And not to offend,
Those with druthers hoping to smother...
Ignorance and negligence displayed by others.

I can be lonely for relationships,
Free of hysterics and more of honestness...
Not to text over the internet,
The what, when and where that made who upset.
Making the doing easy to accuse and suspect.

I can be lonely for those times I remember,
Coming to visit when deception was not the rule.
And immature deceivers weren't creating to make fools,
With a hiding behind lies,
To deny their involvement.

Yes,
I can be lonely.
But the depth of it,
Can not be depicted...
With words to describe,
Although I'll try it expressed.

What is the meaning hoped to get...
When deception is the message,
With expected effect.