Duress

Murdered dreams...
An epidemic.
Promises slain...
To be left,
On abandoned doorsteps...
Unburied and decayed.
The fear of exposing any hope shown,
Has been declared a criminal offense.
Even if a hint of it is known.
Wishes once defined,
Has been handcuffed and dispensed.
Confined it is and dormant.
Leaving visions blurred and unclear!
'Where do we go from here? '
The people wonder!
As they feel their way,
Through darkened shadows.
A bold showing of faith appears.
Yet fear on faces keep faith unembraced.
It disappears into emptiness.
Replaced it is by a nothingness.
It is agonized,
Until it has to hide in disguise.
Knowing it is suspect.
It stresses under duress.
Unbelieving the infliction of suspicion.
A shallowness is felt.
And this they feed and choose!
But a search crew has been assigned,
To find them!
There is 'something' they bring...
That will cure manifestations,
Nibbling on weakened minds...
Addicted to and blinded by poisoned diets!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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