Wounded Healer

Crucified
By those he thought of as his friends
Yet still he cares
And gladly shares

Betrayed
By those he loved above all others
Yet still he trusts
It seems he must

Deaf
To cold, cruel laughter as they walk away
Yet still he hears
As spirit whispers in his ear

Alone
He tries to heal the many wounds
Never finding better way
Never seeing light of day

And still he goes
When name is whispered on the wind
Never knowing reason why
Only learning to deny
The pain inflicted

Why is it we keep going back for more…?

?Michaelette?

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