Walking Wounded

(This is inspired by one of my lectures)

We are the walking wounded,
hidden behind our perfect shadows
with half hearted smiles
and wearily worn glamour.
Shambling stubbornly through reality,
bones creaking like timber,
rags rotting, dreams all forgotten
and hope for anything better
fallen beneath our treading feet.
Chained to the fear of failure,
pain of being left behind,
loss of unconditional love
and scars too many to count.
We are alone, yet together
and though we are different,
our broken hearts hold the
same mournful cry for healing.
Lifeless eyes plead in silence,
seeking to be filled inside
to wipe away the hollow.
We are the walking wounded,
pain so overwhelmingly cruel,
and all that we long for
is an understanding Healer.