Wherever You Are Sitting

Why have you come,
To sabotage my dreams...
With a fresh set of agitations?

I thought you took the advice,
Of your family and friends...
With a kicking me to the curb,
To allow our relationship to end.

Why have you come,
To sabotage my dreams...
With a fresh set of agitations?

It has been years since,
You were convinced by my independence...
Was a means to keep you limited and confined.
Find any evidence of that if you can in your mind.

You were the one who sat on a fence,
Unable to make a decision.
Until I brought it to your attention,
To climb and soar to heights to reach.
But you insisted on labelling me...
With titles to inspire with pretentions to keep.

Why have you come,
To sabotage my dreams...
With a fresh set of agitations?

Are you thinking of me as the one you 'now' see,
As someone who has succeeded...
With the holding on to my beliefs?

And you wish to admit in your loneliness,
You have grown sick...
Of trying to stick to making impressions?
Perceiving I could care less of your confessions.
And wherever you are sitting you've become aware of it?
Well...
Gone is every bit of my interest.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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