Trounce It At The Curb Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Trounce It At The Curb



Claimed it is too painful,
To face the past some say.
Yet held within their grasp to hold,
Is that past they keep portrayed.

And...
Refusing to let it slip from their grip,
This pain brings to them sickness.
And in every conversation they mention...
That pain is revisited.

They need to...
But will they,
Trounce it at the curb then bounce to leave it.
Then quit.
They need to,
Trounce it at the curb then bounce to leave it.
With a losing a grip on it.

Pain inflicted to accept...
Can be rejected.
Accepting pain and its affects...
Is a battle that infest AND infects.

Refusing to let it slip from their grip,
This pain brings to them sickness.
And in every conversation they mention...
That same pain is visited.
They need to...
But will they,
Trounce it at the curb then bounce to leave it.
Then quit.
They need to,
Trounce it at the curb then bounce to leave it.
With a losing a grip on it.
They need to,
Trounce it at the curb then bounce.
They need to,
Trounce it at the curb then bounce.
They need to,
Trounce it at the curb then bounce.
They need to...
Get over it!

Claimed it is too painful,
To face the past some say.
Yet held within their grasp to hold,
Is that past they keep portrayed.
They need to...
Get over it!
And...
Loosen up that grip.

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