Rip the bandaid swiftly now
Keeping with the theme
A way to know the healing done
A way to keep it clean
Now however comes the rub
The wound cut open wide
Exposed to all the elements
Disease now creeps inside
Festering it grows and grows
My soul destroyed inside
I've ripped away my essence
Essentially I've died


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.