Without Warning Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Why does a giving of one's time,
And with a sincerity done to do too...
Becomes interpreted,
As a flashing neon sign others view...
That it's okay to take advantage,
Of someone who has displayed patience...
With a tolerance to listen and comprehend.
Until the giving of that time another always pursues,
Abruptly comes to an end.

'Why have you become so nasty and mean to me?
Overnight it seems and I have done nothing,
To be mistreated like this...
Without my feelings being considered.
You've changed.'

~I haven't changed.
I've run out of time for your finding of more nonsense.
And my feelings too are also involved.~

'Without warning? '

~I apologize.
That's the only thing on my list today,
I did not prioritize...
A warning to you that would suggest,
From you I no longer accept B.S.
Would you like that in writing and notorized? ~