Assortment of Afflictions Gifted

All that I know within this existence visited...
Is mine as is to declare!
And from me shall not be taken.
I am part of this wealth of treausres.

If there is anyone who does not believe,
I am valued in this divine creation.
Then there is no remedy to secure their happiness.
If their thoughts are not as professed.

We are here to breathe!
Live and experience,
The gift of giving.
In the reception of those blessings sent!

A perception bridging weakness and self centeredness...
Limits those of diseased mentalities.
An observation televised!
And victimizes on panoramic landscapes.

Evidenced by lives lived.
Beset by the taste for torture.
And an assortment of afflictions gifted.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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