To Do This Done Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It nibbles and bites.
To intend what it means.
Living a truth.
Inflicted to leave,
Reality.
In a permanence that stings.
Felt each day to never forget.
That hurt and pain.
When it came.
And who brought it to bring.

Perhaps for them not to remember it.
The nibbler who bites.
That demon who stings.
But...
Who does to do this,
Caring less about anyone victimized.
And...
Who does to do this,
Done to leave and refuse to believe...
Guilt to live has its own agony.