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Not Within Sight Of My Comfort Zone
You've wounded yourself,
With self pity.
And...
You've stunk up good intentions,
Not to mention the burning of the bridges.
And...
No one thinks a maturity grew.
This is proven in observing things done you do.
And I,
Volunteered...
To bring to you happiness.
Or show you how to lead,
If you learn how to follow.
But you wont allow yourself,
The experience of acceptance.
You've wounded yourself,
With self pity.
Not to mention the burning of the bridges.
And lifetime friendships ditched.
This has been proven,
In observing things done you do.
And I,
Volunteered...
To bring to you happiness.
Or show you how to lead,
If you ever learn how to follow.
But you wont allow yourself,
The experience of acceptance.
And begging you to share with me 'joy'...
Is not within sight of my comfort zone.
And I,
Volunteered...
To bring to you happiness.
One to call your very own!
Or show you how to lead,
If you ever learn how to follow.
A guided trip,
Affords one the comfort to absorb.
Not to sit like a sponge,
Soaked and ready to be squeezed...
Until such pain creates nightmares.
To have you there with me and frightened,
Is not within sight of my comfort zone...
To be stung.
poem
by
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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