Unsuccessful Recreations Kill

Unsuccessful recreations kill...
The body, soul and mind.
And those of innovative spirits.
As time stoppers watch...
Drugged on past performances,
Of a youthful grabbing of a crotch.

And nothing can redo them from wanting,
Hoping and dreaming for that one more hit.
One more deposit of fantasticness.
Something that screams 'This Is It'
But something inside says...'It is Over.
Be Done.
Quit! '

And they do,
Quit!
In astonishment.

This is not believed!
Through an exit they leave.
Quietly to sleep eternally.
And stun memories remembering,
The good times!
In a suicide that murders any future.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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