A Movement Off My Path

The only thing you can show me,
At this late stage of the game...
Is what you have been showing me all along.
A commitment to nothingness...
With a devotion made to excuses!
You can't show me anything,
But a movement off my path!
I'm not about to ask,
For you to take a step away!
I'm demanding it!
Show me how you can be gone with the wind.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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