While Dining On Crow

A kept pettiness to keep it,
Eventually attracts...
Its own enemies.
Unleashing a faceless revenge.
Time and age.
With it realized wasted.

Finding those immature whining.
While dining on crow.
Slowly overcooked.
But unable to let go,
Of what was done to do...
Many years ago to others.
Caring less,
Are the ones to have moved on.
To select from a menu,
Life to experience...
Have afforded them to forget,
Who had been forgiven...
To accept or reject it.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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