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The Walking Wounded
Submitted by : Wayfarer on Think
The Walking Wounded
Wet Sidewalk
Grey Sky
Strangers trudging by
Hats pulled low
Collars up high
Total Silence
Not even a sigh!
Crunching boots
Mouths clenched tight
Shoulders stoop
Eyes that droop
Sliding hurriedly to the ground
Can not risk what might be found
The hurt…
Sadness…
Silent soul bleeding…
Take heart!
He waits…
Just call on Him!
Ya Jabbarro,
Please Heal Me!