Weeds of Warning

Freeze all requests for a correctedness.
Those days to do it effectively are gone.
And those who chose to stay away...
Slept unconcerned and remained that way.

What has been harvested has been regret.
And those weeds of warning,
Have killed any blooming expected.
As well as the numbing of consciousness,
To overcomed the doing done that has been accepted.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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