06.08.11
Dream beyond the depths of hell
That bind and hush the silent breath.
Amongst the carnage’s wretched show
There lies a flicker through the death.
Search for more than is in your reach,
For elsewhere lie lush peaceful hills
Among which those who persevere
Find rest if indeed their soft heart wills.
Bleeding, know that there are those
Ministering to wounds where skin has burst.
Cleaning, bandaging, and if extreme,
Applying tourniquet at worst.
Breathing, believe there still is air
For desperate lungs to metrically inhale.
Oxygen received and Carbon released
Brings color to sickly skin quite pale.
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