Vicious Repetitiousness Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

As night comes...
I begin hours of denial.
Why I put myself on trial,
I ask...
And hear no response.
Why have I allowed my emotions
To stack and pile?
As if someone will discover them,
And take the time to sit with them awhile!
As night comes...
I smile as I revisit memories.
I am connected until sunrise
When dawn begins to etch and leave shadows!
Upon grass and leaves...
Robins seen and Sparrows!

This darkness on my shoulder rides and whispers.
Influenced and addicted I become.
Succumbed and borrowing moments,
From a youth unchallenged that has gone!
Am I longing to swagger and charm with song?

As night comes...
I begin hours of denial.
Why I put myself on trial,
I ask...
And hear no response.
Why have I allowed my emotions
To stack and pile?
As if someone will discover them,
And take the time to sit with them awhile!
As night comes...
I smile as I revisit memories.
I am connected until sunrise
When dawn begins to etch and leave shadows!
Upon grass and leaves...
Robins seen and Sparrows!

This darkness on my shoulder rides and whispers.
Influenced and addicted I become.
Succumbed and borrowing moments,
From a youth unchallenged that has gone!
Am I longing to swagger and charm with song?

It has become routine and much repetitious,
This anguish.
And still your hand held...
Is remembered as being warm.
And I continue on,
In this vicious repetitiousness I encourage to exist!
And on,
In this vicious repetitiousness I encourage to exist!
And on,
In this vicious repetitiousness I encourage to exist!
And on,
Until I awaken
To break a mold of myself I made that has to go!
It has to split!
I want to feel a brighter side inside that fits!
Forgetting about any repetition at all...
And how a viciousness I encouraged to exist,
Is shown the exit and leaves me pleased.