As  the cane on my back lashed upon
Waiting skin, blood soaked words
Hit upon me so many times, I thought
If others pain was locked inside.

"Pain is the scar for ill thoughts,

Every time it hit upon me I regretted
My actions that had lead me here, my
Pain filtered in essence of the harsh floor.
Never ready with each culminating blow.

Actions are thoughts taken shape. And we
Must ready ourselves for the consequences
That they bear. Be they good or of ill thought.
I pay for my misgiving  as words hit harder.

**"Pain is the scar for ill thoughts,