Desperate Losses
Lawrence S. Pertillar 1947 (Connecticut)
Scurrying around.
Are so many who seem desperate.
And mentally affected.
By a truth and its reality.
On a widening path.
Heading towards them to replace,
Escapades being these days erased...
Of all delusions,
Once worshipped to embrace...
Their normalized way of life to live.
With a threatening fear...
What to them coming to appear,
Is a thorough elimination...
Of their denials to defend upon.
People have been made,
Afraid and horrified by change.
All pretensions and impressions to make,
Have many seeking...
Similar and familiar replacements.
Deceptions and lies told,
To had at one time not so long ago...
Sold and easily bought to sell?
Have begun to be noticed,
Worthless to value.
Like the use of paying the expense,
Of keeping a land line telephone.
Done to later discover,
A call had been missed.
While out shopping somewhere,
Texting someone on a cellphone.
Who then claims to text back,
They called another number.
Given to them that no one answered.
Desperate losses.
We all are caught up in times to miss.
Like respect to give and expect to get it.
Direct and honest conversations.
Done in person.
Without misinterpreting,
A message that had been texted.
And who it is that misuses,
The internet to have it believed...
Nonsense sent.
That creates conflicts and division.
Between neighbors, friends and families.
With a purpose to implement,
A successful cementing...
In the minds of those,
Seeking desperately to find...
Those losses tossed away.
Being convinced a bunch of nonsense,
Sent anonymously to them made sense!
What happened to those days and times,
When we used our minds.
As a benefit to discover and find,
Thinking for ourselves...
And done with others to trust,
Their sanities were not sold to sell...
Or bartered away.
For cheap thrills and thoughtlessness!
And who knew this to do,
Would not only introduce..
Buyer's remorse.
But also regrets to value.
With blame to place our excuses to make,
On others..
We neither know nor had met.
Yet expect to accept empathy!
For what we do to ourselves.
Done to choose but disbelieve,
The doing of it!
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Submitted by lpahtillah on January 23, 2022
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