Leaving You With That to Ponder

You STILL wouldn't 'get it'.
Even IF the directions,
Were drawn using neon crayons
Pointing to the exit...
From a darkened cavern.
To lift you into heights,
Where fresh air aids the thought process.
You still wouldn't get it.

You would wonder 'why' I chose the color 'yellow'.
And you prefer a 'forest green' with a hint of 'blue'.
With wisps of gray to give the image of mist!
And giving that an appearance of dew drifting away,
As the morning Sun rises to sparkle upon the horizon!

And that is why you have been left,
To ponder that decision made.
As the light dims upon your comprehension.
If that is noticed at all!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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