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.