Band-Aids & Bullet-Holes Poem by Ryan Lee Morris

Sit right down here buttercup,
That hole looks really deep.
Just put this needle in your arm.
It's sure to help you sleep.
You'll drift off to a far off place,
That some have been before.
And as you walk into this room,
I'll be sure to lock the door.
I'll keep you here, all safe and sound,
Until you're completely numb
When that hole begins to hurt,
I'll throw you another crumb.
Don't worry about that hole my friend,
I'll make sure it is protected.
Fill yourself with my medicine,
It will numb all that's infected.
In time, the wound, it turned all black.
I'd only covered the bullet-hole.
So the bullet descended deeper.
Until it hit my soul.
Then my soul began to blacken,
I trudged towards my death.
"THIS BAND-AID DID NOT HEAL ME! ", I screamed.
As I took my final breath.
Then the door, it slowly opened.
Another wounded one walked in,
Just as my story had ended,
His story was about to begin.