Allowed To Prick As It Grows

Not to settle quickly,
What should have long been nipped...
From a blooming bud of nonsense,
And allowed to prick as it grows...
Rots the remnants of a significance,
Thought to be left of any relationship.
With a bitterness that smothers,
The ease of a simple forgiveness dismissed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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