Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

My scars and wounds,
You will never see.
A pain to relive...
Is not for me.
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Should I feel an obligation,
To show a concern expressed.
With a proclaiming of a caring.
Or can I do the best I can...
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Nestled in the thicket of a wickedness,
One choosing to pick their own battles...
Can not fight them alone.
And this makes them upset.
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You haven't dished anything on me,
I haven't dished on my self.
Or left spilled milk left to dip.
I'm living my life with a faith I believe.
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When a truth spoken,
Reveals overwhelming opposition...
There 'is' an alternative one can take.
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I don't carry malice.
But I am familiar,
With the burden of it.
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I 'used' to invite those,
Who disliked me...
Into my home.
With the showing to them,
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Comeon!
Show what it is that you feel.
Use it or you'll lose it.
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De-sensitizied?
From a life lacking of experiences lived?
And joking to de-humanize others,
Living their lives from a deck of cards dealt.
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Making it real,
Is like a good meal...
One gets to taste.
In a moment that can not be replaced,
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