20 December 2012
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
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Roy Allen
Dec 2012
Wounded • Opuss № I