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.
Giajl © Jim Love