A full disclosure of injuries sustained

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When he woke,

skin pitted by a blast of foreign sand,

burned.

 

He didn't know.

 

When he woke

his head hairless,

scabbed.

 

He didn't know.

 

When he woke

all the things he couldn't feel,

gone.

 

He didn't know.

 

When he woke

with no tears in ducts,

to cry.

 

He didn't know.

 

When he woke

he woke alone,

forever.

 

Though, 

forever wasn’t long 

compared to the moment

they told him

what he’d lost

 

◄ Dilemmas diluted

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Wolfgar Miere

Wed 7th Sep 2016 20:32

The title is something I once saw on medical notes pertaining to a severely injured soldier.

It struck me as extremely cold and clinical, which is exactly what they have to be.

I thought of the subject who having been deprived of so very much, reading those notes and maybe feeling less than human.

David x

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Wolfgar Miere

Wed 7th Sep 2016 19:58

Thanks elP, always good to hear from you. I'm on the move at present.

David

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elPintor

Tue 6th Sep 2016 21:23

Heartrending, David..that's all I can say.

elP

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Wolfgar Miere

Tue 6th Sep 2016 20:05

Thank you Ray and Emer for your generous comments,

David.

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raypool

Tue 6th Sep 2016 17:43

I feel the power of this due to the intoned character -it brings out the numbness contained in the poem. A sense of the inevitable failure of humanity too.

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Emer Ni Chorra

Tue 6th Sep 2016 17:20

Fantastic Poem. Well done Wolfgar.

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Wolfgar Miere

Tue 6th Sep 2016 08:49

Thanks for reading and commenting.

David

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Sarah Hill

Mon 5th Sep 2016 17:20

This piece of poetry sent my mind to the woes of the war torn fellow humans. Thought provoking.

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