Ode To The Brain Injured

Injured in brain, saved by whatever above

Or below, tossed upon the scrap heap of love

In life thought less, 

Relevance reduced to nothingness

Voice cries out, one of uncounted hence

Ignored no longer, they’ve only gotten louder since

One anoints himself the bard

Language art and word originization thought hard

Achieved with tremendous ease

He takes what he hears and does what he please(s)

He is only a man, thought broken, without 

Brain injured and scarred, but…not to be counted out

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