Thursday, March 10, 2011

PTSD Screening

I wait, looking around the room
The faces are familiar
Though I've never heard there names
Old, young, men, women
The only common bonds
Are service and chains
Connecting them to that service


To days that were filled 
With monotony and time
Waisted for lack of anything
Better to do
While waiting for a time
When their skills
The needed work
Came fast, furious
Without relent


And now they wait
To find the cure for
Such precious work
Or simply to pay
The price for their
Unfulfilled waiting

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