Prisoner of War!
Thoughts of a POW
Have you ever thought of what it would be like to be a prisoner of war? Locked within four walls and an iron door.
Never being able to speak your mind, not ever knowing what day it is, or the place or the time.
Existing from moment to moment with a terror that is beyond all human imagination.
Still, there is that one thread of hope, even when you've reached what seems to be the end of your rope.
A small beam of light shining through the crack in the wall, how dark it is in here, oh God, why does that hole have to be so small?
But, I thank God for even that beam of light, and I'm so thankful to be able to tell when it is day or when it is night.
As I sit here trembling in the dark, all I can hear is the torture and agony of that man, his body they are tearing appart.
Sitting here, I think to myself, what crime have I commited to deserve such pain so cruely inflicted?
Defending my country is all I have done, and yet not either side has lost or won.
Soon now, they will be coming for me, if only I could find a way to get free.
Not a day has past, nor a night gone by, that there wasn't someone who breathed their last breath only to beg to die.
The nights are filled with agony, for each and everyone, who are locked behind these cement walls away from the warm, so warm sun.
Some of us have given up, have no hope of ever going home, yet others seem to cling together, even this comfort is better than being alone!
Oh God, do you hear my prayers, are we so distant from one another, is there anyone who cares?
Thoughts of a POW
What Inspired me to Write this!
I wrote this at the time the Vietnam War was going on and there was a program on the news about the POW's and the wives trying to get our government to bring their husbands home. I actually was sympathizing with them.