Cleansing The Wound

by: Negasi

A nasty cut

Seeping out blood

Could get infected

All covered in mud

The pain is immense

It needs to be cleaned

Or the bacteria will

Turn on the offense

But he lies on the ground

He can't make a sound

His attacker might find him

It would kill him to be found

So he just sits there

Cradling his arm

And all the while he hopes

It'll do him no harm

A lake is nearby

He must try

To get there

Or accept the fact he'll die

He barely makes it

And again he's hit

He knows what happens next

And is silent as his throat is slit