Open Surgery
With my pen I operate my skin
Unveiling my within yes my scheme
In agony and pain boiling as steam
From my veins multiples of stream
flowing in style with rhythm
My hearty wounded is made plane
My grief visible to read though make rain
This message gushing out buy me more time
I shed tears not for the pain but the vain
I let the tide flow with the reading
and just not to fault this feeling
I make sure on each line is a teaching
to a depressed soul an epitome of healing
in its own way of dealing
Such cruise has only been within
A balm of relief to the stressed out
A source of belief to the called out
A backbone to strengthen the feeble
and wise counsel to the troubled,
cheering up the ruffled and enlightening the ignorant
a war song boosting morale to victory.
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