Closed, Bolted And Draped Windows

There is a noticeable slide,
Affecting the quality of life.
And a hiding, denying or shying away from it,
Has given it more momentum.

And for those choosing to sweep,
Disparaties under the rug to keep unseen...
Have found them growing to nurture,
Inside their own homes.

Condoning the presence,
Of what should not be there.
Or wishing not to hear it from another,
Does not make it disappear in thin air.

The accusations of someone else being negative...
Does not keep negativity creeping in an activity,
From peeping through closed, bolted...
And draped windows.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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