No Attempt of It Is Done

How deep is pain once felt and feeling?
The slightest pinch could send one to the edge.
Who is there to measure this grief?
As the one inflicted stares without relief.
How deep is understanding...
When no attempt of it is done.
And how can someone be asked to forgive...
When none of that is mentioned,
Or comes from anyone!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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