The Moment They Are Felt Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I don't have to 'believe',
My kept feelings are real.
I remain attach and connected,
To know they are.
I don't have to suspect what I express,
Is or is not appropriate.
The moment they are felt,
The reality of them are made to be known.
To leave nothing assumed from me to be shown.

And you?
Are you still praying to keep yours delayed?
With a hope a self debating,
Keeps the faked impressions you make...
Accepted to protect,
Like those who are equally pretentious.
And wish nothing else,
But to also escape a reality...
To leave kept delusions in place.