Conditional Pain Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Nonconforming.
And thinking with thoughts,
Done to do this independently.
What a threat it can be,
To a status quo.
Collectively following blindly,
In a direction to go.
Without question even though,
There maybe a dead end road.
Re-enforced with a brick wall.
Structured deep and cemented,
Encased in steel to prevent...
A danger that is real to ignore.
Signs revealing...
'Hitting Your Heads Against The Truth,
Will Increase More Pain To Feel It!
This Done To Do Is Promised To You.'

And yet...
Many unconvinced,
Continue to bleed repeatedly.
As if the doing is a ritual.
A ritual kept to believe,
Faithfully without a thought to think...
About the cause and effect this has,
Permanently on their mentalities.

"Whew!
Painful the doing.
But I have been saved! "

-SAVED! ?
Saved from what? -

"The agony of facing,
Truth and its long lasting affects.
On both my mental and physical health."