Wounded Heart. A Poem.

Alas my wounded heart
Limped homeward from the war
The bayonets dug deep
Revealing every jaded flaw
My long recovery
Many memories to store 
A traumatic state of mind
Infected deep within my core

Alas my wounded heart
One day you’ll rise again
To walk the fields of No Man’s Land
Every thicket, every fen
While the bed holds you immobile 
Dreams filled with there and then
Chin up, poor wounded heart
For soon this heart will mend

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