The More I Chose To Notice It Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

People demand to hear me say...
'I am lonely.'
Because I live alone.
With peace of mind,
I own.

People with lack of vision,
And with no understanding claim...
Those who are comfortable with themselves,
Have to be hard to deal with.
Either that...or insane.

But it's not that I've chosen my peace of mind.
It seems through chaos to me it came.
And the more I chose to notice it...
Something in me has not been the same.

People demand to hear me say...
'I am lonely.'
Because I live alone.
With peace of mind,
I own.

People with lack of vision,
And with no understanding claim...
Those who are comfortable with themselves,
Have to be hard to deal with.
Either that...or insane.
And I remain committed,
Not to listen to those limited.
Or of lame brain.