The Unseen Wounds Of..

The Unseen Wounds Of..

 

An ache, a dull throb.....

They're tired.

And they often, let me know.

Broken.....twisted limbs, 

Lost limbs....

.......all sending.

Intermittent, pulses.... of sporadic, electric ... shocks, of pain...

Which....constantly, flow.

It's nothing, I can share.

For it's mine..... alone,

Unwanted reminders.

Of......

A, forgotten 

 

War.

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