Fallen Twigs

Not one interest do I have,
To be caught up in the mix...
And added to the list,
Of unfortunate statistics.

Too many lessons I have learned,
From feeding those yearnings that burned...
To leave me mentally drained and physically sick,
Because of desires I had to be a part of it.

Not one interest do I have,
To be caught up in the mix...
And added to the list,
Of unfortunate statistics.

Too many I have seen that were demeaned,
After exhausting themselves for someone else...
To be left as fallen twigs.
To wither of potential that held promises to bloom.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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