Turned Cheeks Still Do Bleed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

No evil is equal...
To end a conflict,
With a settlement that is gained.

Turned cheeks still do bleed.
And the pain inflicted...
May swim in a forgiveness.
But emotions are there...
In a memory that feeds.

It's kept inside,
To one day be ignited.
That feeling masquerades and hides...
With silent cries.
Sheltered in denial...
And never subsides.

Pain felt deep...
Seeks the surface to be released.
Like a gas that has to be passed...
It can not be subdued!
It has to pass.

Tattered peace is torn to bits.
Boiling in a pot...
That becomes to hot to lift!

No evil is equal...
To end a conflict,
With a settlement that is gained.
If the seriousness of it...
Has no one attempting,
To put a lid on it!

Turned cheeks still do bleed.
And the pain inflicted...
May swim in a forgiveness.
But emotions are there...
In a memory that feeds.

Pain felt deep...
Seeks the surface to be released.
Like a gas that has to be passed...
It can not be subdued!
It has to passssss,
To destruct and destroy in global chaos!