An Entrance With No Way to Exit Quick

Many don't know trouble,
To keep away from it.
Once it has been identified...
Some see getting involved with it,
As a fixture meant to be close by their side.

And those double trouble doers...
Take pride they have it.
As seen in their stride.

Many don't know trouble,
To keep away from it.
Some view it as a ticket,
To advance towards an entrance...
With no way to exit quick!

Some believe they make friends,
Conned into cells to mate!
Sharing how they can beat a system.
That taxpayers pay to rehabilitate their fates.

And trouble once then unknown,
Becomes a game to play!
Like the learning of Bible verses,
To portray someone who has been saved.
Believing if they pray...
One skilled to kill trouble,
Will make it vanish someday!

Many don't know trouble,
To keep away from it.
Period!
Just one taste of it can addict.
Like the smoking of cigarettes,
That becomes a habit hard to quit.
And wishing never having,
To become attached to it.

But...
If it is seen all over the place.
To avoid it one has to be...
Strong and strict!
And if there is no discipline,
Trouble will overstay its visit!
If it is invited to come in!

With no comprehension,
That this relationship should end.
Instead of accepting it as a craving...
Waiting for its effectiveness,
To satisfy undenied.
As the affects of it begins!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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