Okay, hello Achaea, I usually write short stories and what not, but I decided hey, why not give poetry a shot.
I am totally new to poetry, so I would like so feedback on the poem, if opinions and -constructive- criticism could be messaged to me, I would be most appreciative.
Now, the poem is short, I am going to work my way up...and here it is: THE GERM

Into the brain,
One man walked,
There he was slain,
He had not even talked.

Why was this horrid deed done to him?
Could it have been because he was a microscopic organism from the top of a pin?

The young germ was massacred by the white cell's plight.
They tightened their suits and boasted their might.

So now that little germ will not infect another,
But boy, extremely pissed must be his brother.

~Corrupter

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Miraman, in the year 245 AF.