Too Many Times

Too many times I have heard you crying.
With a sighing done about your life.
And too many times I have held you close,
With a wishing that perhaps I should loosen my hold.

Too many times I felt you committed,
To a doing of nothing as you sat.
And too many times I knew I assisted,
To your addictions that kept you trapped.

Too many times I have felt myself alone.
With a wanting of someone to know this.
And too many times my own needs were left condoned...
Just to be with you to feel no caring for me shown.

Too many times I have heard you crying.
With a sighing done about your life.
And too many times I have held you close,
With a wishing that perhaps I should loosen my hold.
And too many times I don't.
Because I know if I did...
No life would I then live?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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