The Violator Poem by Sam Reimer

With unfulfilled expectations the offender cries inside I hurt, I hurt.
(S) He disconnects and some awful things, frothing, then may blurt.’
Often not realizing the pain (s) he inflicts may take a long time to heal,
(S) He sometimes realizes the wrong and then shifts to an appeal.

There’s often a cycle to this madness – tension, violation, honeymoon.
Over and over, until the pain builds up like an ominous toxic balloon.
When will it end (s) he bewails? Was (s) he too a victim for a time?
Why do I hurt others, those I love and myself, knowing it’s a crime?

Too many questions, not enough answers, “What can I control? ! ”
Seeking to lift myself up to feel good, I fall deeper into this ugly hole.
The answers lie within – the offence and violence must stop right now!
Be kind, accept consequences, respect, learn love, you’ll find out how.