The Overflow Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The overflow of feelings,
Rushing to be seen begin to flood...
Onto manicured and pristine streets,
Where those who lived...
With feelings isolated and kept pretended.
Awaken to find themselves stricken victims,
Of a nonstop torrential dropping to drip...
Streams of quick spreading innocent blood.

Screams are heard for assistance wished,
From those who effectively kept their distance.
Screams heard like this,
Begin to pierce the atmosphere.
And disbelief on those pristine isolated streets,
Can no longer be ignored because they are loud...
As if near.
And unmistakably clear.

The overflow of feelings,
Rising to surround and felt to feel...
Could have prevented the drowning,
Of those now overcomed by grief and reality.
But the warning of approaching storms,
Strong and relentless...
Have become too difficult to circumvent,
A doing once ignored but unavoidable is its existence.

'Why have some come to help us,
With their mouths taped closed? '

~Remember,
They were the ones we taunted...
When they attempted to tell us,
This would happen years ago.
And I guess reminding us now,
Would be pointless!
Wouldn't it?
Since all of us now have become victimized.~