In Known But Unshared Darkness

Afraid to live.
And then within that fear,
Set restricting limits?
Only to begin questioning the choices made,
By those you determine...
Unsuitable for your taste and preference?
To you that may not sound elitist.
However that reeks of deep psychological disturbance.
Perhaps the kind one does not recognize.
But one that if persisted,
May find drifting alone...
In known but unshared darkness.
Stunted!
With a comprehension sterile and quite stodgy.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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