Sinistrous Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Taunting them who taunted then,
In ways that begin to haunt their peace.
Them who taunted then in fun...
Finds this taunting consumes until done!

An unrest occurs.
For no apparent reason!
It seems at first.
Jolting guilt and memories.
Pleas increase,
To be released from sinistrous deeds.

Believing years has erased innocence.
When evil intended was incensed.
But an aging sensitivity,
Grabs hold and does not ease.
A payback is shown for these misdeeds.

They are not pleased,
With sleepless nights that visit!
Hollow prayers and rituals,
Enhance past activities.
They try but can not break away...
From playful days that brought others grief,
With no relief.

These sleepless nights with nightmares come.
As they wonder 'why' and 'how' this has begun.
And 'who' and 'what'...
With them has this 'fun'!
Offering no escape at all to run!

'What a bummer! '

Taunting them who taunted then,
In ways that begin to haunt their peace.
Them who taunted then in fun...
Finds this taunting consumes until done!

And the ministry of these sinistrous deeds...
Satisfies those once victimized!
With a sadistic kind of glee!