The Antidote.

Now the damage has been done; We need the medicine; Before this disease has destroyed everything we know; The only antidote consists of blood, sweat, and hope.

Such an imperfection

Deserves to be asknowledged,

Needs to be known, has to be shown.

Are you sick & needy?

Lonely & lost?

How about dependent, all while being on you own... ?

 

Everyone see your wounds.

You're been hit, knocked down so many times,

You're just hoping for protection.

Author's Note

I'm getting good, in my opinion! Don't you think so too? :}

Reviews

[F. Nazarov]

You have a typo on the word acknowledged.
Lovely stuff you've got there.
Once again I really loved the last line,
mostly because it's so very true :D.