Have your eyes been open? <br />Then what is it you do not comprehend? <br />Is it the affect of your observations? <br />Or the reality of the application? <br />Which is it? <br />The sting of the feel... <br />Or the absence of fantasy? <br /> <br />Which is it, <br />That leaves you filled with grief? <br />Applied upon your borrowed sorrows. <br />Which is it... <br />The sight of it without fruited scents? <br />Or the magnitude of your nonacceptance? <br />Which is it? <br />Didn't your actions present the invitation? <br />Your display of disgust and irritation... <br />Will not make what 'is' <br />Disappear from your delusions. <br />This mess has been left after the festival... <br />You thought you could forever digest. <br /> <br />What would you like...? <br />Would you care for another foreclosure, <br />To add with your sip of whine... <br />And the malicious dip, <br />You and the others find in a shared decline. <br />Which is it? <br />I'm sure all of this can be found in abundance for you!<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/found-in-abundance/
