Too Often Is Enough When Too Much Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Hindsight with insight.
To dawn.
As if...
A light comes to brighten,
On the horizon that comes.
Awakening eyes and minds,
To stun with it done.
For many unaware,
What has been...
There for them 24/7.

Too often is enough,
To hear it heard too much.
What is denied to go ignored.

Until...
That which has,
Comes to knock on their doors.
Stopping a disbelief,
Kept to keep.
Excuses made to accuse,
People like this who refuse...
Reality to accept as is.

Yet...
The very same people,
Will find a way to blame...
Others to claim,
Of having a lack of concern,
Shown not to care.
For no one else,
But themselves.

And the ones that are faulted,
Had been those...
Repeatedly told,
'I don't have time to listen.
Or pay attention.
To whatever it is,
You have to say.'

'Oh?
Okay.
Have it your way.'

Leaving unwarranted rumors,
Spread by professional...
And reliable gossips.
Doing what they do best.
To ignite B.S.
Created.
Delicious enough to crave.
Quicker than a fire.
Happening too often.
Throughout neighborhoods,
Everywhere.
Too much.
With misinformation.
Whispered from one ear,
To the next.
And relationships left ruined!

Instigated by the ones,
Determined to insist...
They have no clue.
Or idea.
How a mess they initiated,
Started to begin!

'All I know is this...
From what I've heard to hear.
And...
I'm not one,
To be all up...
In the business of others.
But...
I have been told,
Some people are and can be...
More sensitive than others.
And can take something,
So minor.
To make a mountain,
Out of an unnoticed molehill!
As if what was done to them,
Had been intended.'