I Admit To Being Repetitive Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I Admit To Being Repetitive



Yes,
I admit to being repetitive...
As if to hammer in without end,
Things I choose and elect to say.
Using this format in a creative way.

But,
Is there so much love left...
The overflowing of it,
Needs not again to be expressed?

Is there an abundance of respect,
Gone unsuspected?
To leave the expectations of it,
To decay and sit in obvious neglect.

How about relationships?
Are all relationships unconditionally committed?
To satisfy the needs of people...
Found to be sighing in a constant bliss from this!

What about faith?
People confess they pray and this fulfills their needs.
Maybe that's why so many of us are not so hard to please.

Is hunger and homelessness a thing of the past?
Are conflicts and wars with us,
Here to forever last.

Yes,
I admit to being repetitive...
As if to hammer in without end,
Things I choose and elect to say.
Using this format in a creative way.

But,
When will that day come...
To free with relief from this necessity,
To comment as a writer on these things I see.

And they seem more each day to be fixed in cement!
With no updating or cures to replace,
The decadence or negativity...
With a positivity directly and sincerely meant.

Yes...
I admit to being repetitive.
And until there is a drastic change,
I guess that is the way it will be as it is!

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