The wounded souls walk among us
Undetected and unknown
One might be sitting next to you
Or serving your coffee
Fallen from the nest they try to fly
Only to be consumed or wounded more
They learn to hunt and survive without love
Born and then sheltered briefly
They find their own way to fly with the breeze
Go where it’s safe and comfortable for now
But remember that you are destined to return
From whence you came
Wounded soul
Robert
2015
Robert
2015
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