Too Much Of A Sacrifice Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

No one can lead anyone,
Self inflicted...
With stubbornness,
Out from a darkness.
That is addicting.
And if the doing is justified,
To leave them pouting about it...
It should be okay.

But someone feeling,
Stricken with remorse and guilt?
To bare as their needless,
Burden to carry?
With it done as if a martyr?
That kind of solicitation,
Is a bit too much...
Of a sacrifice to expect,
Others to notice...
The emotional affect of it.
Or the anguish it has left.

And...
Those who have become,
Clear of mind and conscious...
With an awareness to get,
Can at times be annoying...
When their unexpected visions,
Have been corrected.