As Many Dawns of Growth Have Come to Go!

Feeding into camouflaged demonics,
Has left too many bleeding.
Ironically...
With a seething done.
That does not relieve.

A pleading to God to be freed of temptations...
Doesn't come so quick.
To those with religious addictions.
With scriptures to quote.
And their frequent Sunday visits.

These folks are shakened,
By devastated awakenings.
As many dawns of growth,
Have come to go ignored.
With their faces etched reflecting death...
Appearing slowly.
As if fetched by a lost pet.
Unexpected!
But returning home to a consciousness...
Once so disconnected and delusioned.
And confused by a truth refused.

While those nearing...'death'!
Have yet to experience a life,
Qualified to live.
Since others have projected,
Their own version of wholesomeness.
That they have yet subjected!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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