I Care Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I care.
But with no one will I share,
A welcoming of their despair.

I have been there.
And with routine...
Struggled with troubles,
To get nowhere.

Until I chose to leave behind,
All those factors...
That comforted and satisfied,
My then limited mind!

I care.
But with no one will I share,
A welcoming of their despair.
Too much of life goes unexperienced.
And experiencing life...
Seems to bring a freshness,
To an atmosphere filled with stagnant air.

Philosophies and past ideals,
Spoken about but never seized...
Leaves those choking on remedies,
Of 'what could be' and possibilities.
But few are willing to venture...
Beyond their own censored cemented senses.

And in a country settled by Europeans,
A conflict remains...
As to whose mindset,
Has influenced the strain...
Of an etiquette that maintains,
And sustains a continued drain!
With such influence.

I care.
But with no one will I share,
A welcoming of their despair.
It is what it is...
And that's it.