Today, I heal. Sorta.

[PoisonFlowers]

October 7th

October the seventh, two thousand and nine
I'm hoping that I promise this for the last time
The first step towards triumph comes from defeat
Before an advance I must first retreat

Retreat I do; sly, furtive, discreet
You know the drill: wash, slice, repeat
You know the saying: No Pain, No Gain
So why do I feel so tinged with shame?

The treatment of the prisoner is inhumane
You've no resistance, you hold the blame
We're accustomed now, to this violent deal
But today this ends;
today, I heal.

 

[SophiaGrace]

A delight n_n.

simplistic to read...succinct in it's approach

I give it a thumbs up. Keep writing

 

[PoisonFlowers]

Thank you so much! I didn't expect that. I was starting to get a bit worried that it was hard to understand.

 

[PoWer2tHePeOpLE]

yeah, pretty **** good