The Prisoner Awaits Release

The Prisoner Awaits Release He saw the dim rays cascading down the small room and his legs in chains One small window, sunshine's gown sprinkles splattering in when it rains Prisoner for these many decades now captured in a terrible massive defeat Every day escape called but just how weakened by only stale bread to eat Those fierce battles long since dead no more slashing foes with his sword Pain and bloodshed rips into his head he muses, tis' better than being bored He fears not the Gods lurking above offers no prayers divine intervention Dreams of the wife he so dearly loves as he wastes away in miserable detention Warrior spirit resides in his brave soul living to see his family again his goal Morning rays renew his weakened spirit the morning lark sings so he can hear it Days are torture, time the enemy in years heart beats to hold onto his former life Nights eat away at his misery and fears greatest one that he may never see his wife Three decades bound in rusty chains never giving up on that one cherished hope Her lost touch by far the worst of pains giving in to hopelessness a slippery slope One bright August morn the jailer came he heard the footsteps coming so fast And a woman's voice screaming out his name this day in prison would be his last For relief and freedom now, he was unbound crying as he walked into the bright light Waiting was his wife in her wedding gown Nightmare over, he had won the long fight Soon both were flying upward, swiftly away thru clouds and mist they did gladly fly She so very beautiful on this great day for that blessed morn they reunited to die! Robert J. Lindley, 02-28-2015