With Thoughts Of Feeling Insignificant Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

That kind of validation should be but the silence among the lambs. A quietness to never be heard. A whisper that wants to be a scream but doesn't exactly know how. As if to say I have a question, yet I'm to afraid to ask. A game of self pity. Beckoning for attention. As if our fault of that which they did not mention. A homeless man walking on the poorest streets of the city. A prostitute getting in the car with another jon in a place known for such vices. We have to take notice and We have to stand out to be noticed. And pessimism does nothing to farther such a cause. Unless that is what one desires. Again thanks for another great poem, your fan John..