I Sniffeth Sparks of Redemption Near

Ooooohhh...
Such flights of fancy,
Smothered by the whims
Of those who reek of self centeredness.
To leave those to themselves...
With imaginations to mend,
And heal those of broken hearts.
Hopeless that a goodness felt,
Within them must come to an end.

Alas...hark!
I sniffeth sparks of redemption near!

'That must be the remnants left,
Of a deflated balloon.
Torn apart by suspicions started.
And dissected into bits...
To elimiate that which had existed.'

With an increased fear of those who dream!
I shant let us face this doom.
I shall defend your honor with the brightest of po-ems.

'Ssssshhhh...be still my love!
Silence the thumping of those anticipations.
We shall protect from attack.
Let us quietly deny them the sighting
Of us eating alone,
A delicious mix of blended fruit with icecream.

Quick!
Licketh thy lips of evidence.
And let us sit as if perplexed.
We will escape the Ambassadors of Mean.
Ssssshhh...
Cast thou now thy evil face!
And let us show,
We too can be enraged.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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