Walk, soldier, walk
Five minutes until punishment.
Run soldier, run
This is your job, treat it like you care.
Crawl, soldier, crawl
And place your worth into a letter.
Finish, soldier, finish
So long as it's in writing.
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Healing
PoetryShe's not okay, but writing it down helps. - Part I: It's time to rip off the band-aid. Poems: slam, traditional, free-verse. The first twenty are not up to par with the others, but this is an ongoing journey so I feel the need to include them...
