No Matter What the Temperature

Whatever time you wish it to be...
It never seems the right time for that time!
Since 'that' time wished and wanted,
Has long been gone.
Without a moment of it,
Hesitating long.

Whatever dream you missed,
Reminisced hoping it makes a reappearance...
On a dream list picked.
From a memory lifted.
Forget it!
You will never be pleased,
Having both doubts AND memories.

The time now that is lived,
Has to be lived in the moment it is given.
Sitting in a rut to give up hope,
In smothered despair...
Delivers just that.
Prepared frustrations.

Living in torment transmitted,
That sucks breath from life...
Is death.
No matter what the temperature of it is!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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