That Fatal Realism Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

That fatal realism you accept would not exist,
If...
You,
Had opened up your eyes.

Those worries you've collected,
Would be gone to not reflect.
If...
Your eyes were opened wide.

Who chose from the choices to choose,
Everything you picked that has attacked.
And...
Who chose to think of me as a fool,
Because advice I gave to you was ignored to refuse.

That fatal realism you accept would not exist,
If...
You,
Had opened up your eyes.

And now,
Your own battles have you rattled.
And now,
You expect me to unravel...
Your pain.
You've gained.

That fatal realism you accept would not exist,
If...
You,
Had opened up your eyes.

And now,
Your own battles have you rattled.
And now,
You expect me to unravel...
Your pain.
You've gained.

And that fatal realism you accept would not exist,
If...
You,
Had opened your eyes.
And if your choices were wise,
That fatal realism you accept would not exist...
If your choices were wise.