Walking Wounded

Walking wounded
in this boulevard of broken dreams

I see radiant faces
gleaming, as the light refracts
To nowhere i must go
distant places high and low

Because i'm walking wounded
the infection has spread
Still, trodding this one way street
Constantly hiding under the sheets
For anytime, anytime
an avalance of twisted emotions
rolls down and covers
these hopeless tears

So, i'm walking wounded
patiently waiting
waiting, for i'll be dead

by Pete Zaesar Galula

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