Grief To Dread Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

No one gives their pain a name.
Or on a scale from one to ten,
Describe that feeling inside of them.
Done to have another,
Comprehend what began not soon to end.

People who pick and inflict their victims,
Will one day know their own grief to dread.
Even those wicked blinded to do evil,
As a choice for them to choose.
Can not escape a higher consciousness awaiting,
To open minds once closed...
Awakening to expose,
Their misdeeds they chose upon others to do.
With them to realize,
What is purposely done to others...
Returns to them to feel it too!

Grief to dread,
Remains to keep in one's head.
When done to invoke evil to provoke it.

No one gives their pain a name.
Or claim it intended.
If they were warned it could be prevented.

People who pick and inflict their victims.
Awaken one day to realize their misdeeds.
Dreading the grief upon others they inflicted.
And regardless when and if forgiveness to them given,
Their own agony to feel...
May be too real for it to heal,
The grieving to dread...
Their misdeeds they chose to choose to do.

No one gives their pain a name.
Or claim intended upon themselves to inflict.
Only those evil with wicked intentions,
Come one day to realize...
Victimizing others,
Has for them awaiting consequences to pay!

The face of disgrace,
Takes a long time to replace.
Even if an evil is forgiven.
Done to others.
Even if an evil is forgiven.
Done to others.
Even if an evil is forgiven.
Even if an evil is forgiven,
A grief to dread.
A grief to dread.
A grief to dread.