Worn Out Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Worn out.
And doing the best I can,
To stay calm, chilled and relaxed.
With a doing to remember,
So many times I have spent...
Wanting not to observe,
Steps taken by others...
Inviting as if to wish,
Remaining ignorant would deliver benefits.
To eventually discover,
This decision to make has a dead end to face.
And although I know what other people do,
Is not my responsibility to claim.
Somehow...
I do feel some blame,
For calling a few of them...
Stupid, idiots and fools.
When they thought that I had the problem,
To pretend I knew something...
I neither could explain.
Nor make them understand what I could see,
They were doing to themselves...
That made me jealous with envy.
Leaving me 'out of the loop'.
With a wanting desperately to try anything,
To be accepted and included.

Worn out.
And doing the best I can,
To stay calm, chilled and relaxed.
With a doing to remember,
It was me who prayed to God to get...
For peace of mind.
Removing me from nonsense.
Some days I miss to reminisce.
Done to sit to then ask myself,
"Why?
You prayed and asked for peace to get.
And it is making you worn out?
Thinking about it?
Not even a psychiatrist would charged you,
To attempt to explain that dilemma."