Release Me To Those Fresh Breezes Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Release me to those fresh breezes,
Of my free to live youth on paths adventured.
Betraying me seems to be,
Each stage I reach to experience age.
And although I do accept truth as is,
Too much of it has become very clear...
For a youth I spent,
To acknowledge my future has been smeared...
By the arising of conflicts.
And those overdosing on the presence of fear.

Release me to those fresh breezes,
Of my free to live youth on paths to explore.
At least when with me and thought kept near,
Fear and threats and people expressing regrets...
Did not appear where I placed my steps.
Yet...
Each stage I reach to experience age.
It seems I can not escape a noticeable rage.
And those wishing to share their disappointments.
For which I choose not to accept as my life to live.