A Splinters Sore

A stapling pain went through his side, 

only was it his wide.

The cawing of nearby birds, 

the raven of its own word. 

Blood dripping from his wound, 

a heart racing vigorous as the swooping of wings. 

The man looked from side to side, 

unsure, afraid. 

Splinters plunged through stems, 

and in piercing of his shirts hems. 

A scream, loathing of pain, 

without not one to gain. 

The ravens circled. 

And it was done. 

Reviews

[Nisreen]

Sometimes in life we experience pain
short lived
whether it was self inflicted
or a cruel act from another

well
it heals
and one does get better

you bring this sore feeling to life with your words

[Spencer Barker]

That is very true, RiverSided. One does get better and one grows from what they have experienced. Good point, indeed!