Wounded Here he cowers, his pride is dead, can't raise his body, can't lift his head Wounded gravely, no part spared, his wings are shattered, his hope impaired His hollow carcass, emptied by fear, his determination, no longer here Pityful, broken, sick and afraid, but hand still outstretched, he hungers for aid And people look on, yet unable to see, the spiritual damage, the emotional debris What wretched knot of hope remains, to power up his heart and veins Enduring all, without assent, yields not to ordeal, cedes not to torment Heaped upon ground, patient and numb, awaiting the moment, his pain is undone --- Roy Allen Dec 2012
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