Permanently Scarred Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Why is it with ease but difficult to believe...
For those who intentionally,
Do their wicked deeds to others...
With a doing to watch them bleed and suffer,
Will eventually mend to heal again...
To forget and forgive what has been done to them.
A doing that has left them permanently scarred.
Although expected without exception,
To forgive the ones who did what was done...
With malice, hate and intention celebrated.

And who are they living with this kind of mind,
Believing themselves to find a joyous reception...
When time has been given to learn from past lessons.
Lessons repeated...
But only those seeking peace are thought weak,
Meek and subservient.

Who is it still on knees and pleading to be released,
From nightmares prohibiting them to get any sleep.
With lives to live torn and shattered apart...
As memories of loved ones ripped and snatched,
Right out of their never ending bleeding hearts...
To remember the pain and agony personally felt,
No one else will ever come to feel.

Who is it leaving these wicked deeds,
Believes...
Anyone left permanently scarred,
Owe to show them forgiveness?
Or accepts a bitterness of a torment lived,
Can control and suppress it as if it did not exist.
Who is it yet that has not learned,
Pain deeply felt may be concealed...
But real it is to remember whenever it wishes to revisit.

'I can't believe you have not gotten over that.'

~Whose pain is it to reminisce with it remembered?
Yours?
Or mine? ~

'Time heals ALL wounds.'

~Well the time has not come,
For me to welcome a doing of that done. Yet.~