This Feeling Does Not Linger

As strange as my name...
I can't describe this feeling.
I can't declare it stays the same.
This feeling does not linger.

I do have goals and aims.
Like others I see near me.
But 'who' they are remains unclaimed.
And that too changes.
Like storm clouds that bring rain.

We are more than what we seem.
Much more than given names.
And few care to pronounce them.
Some even denounce,
Them.

We are bigger than our dreams.
When each one comes to pass...
We seek one more to grasp.
And that one doesn't stay,
To last.

We are more than what we seem.
Much more than given names.
And few care to pronounce them.
Some even denounce,
Them.

As strange as my name...
I can't describe this feeling.
I can't declare it stays the same.
This feeling does not linger.
Like my needs.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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