P.O.W.
He still recalls how it all went down,
One mistake was all it took.
He went left, his team went right,
Those two steps led to 59 hours of pain and fright.
A twinge of pain, a foggy voice from his back,
Then the whole world went black as night.
Waking in fright, trapped in a hole,
Only to realize he was bound and gagged.
Hours later in they stepped,
With evil grins and glee in their eyes.
The batons they gripped in fists clenched,
Dripped with blood, an awful stench.
The first hit led to hundreds,
That led to torture to awful to mention.
Questions they asked, false promises made,
Eventually stopped after only one answer he gave.
Name, rank, and serial number over and over again,
Only earned the soldier more torture and pain.
He begged for death, pleaded for mercy,
Prayed for rescue with every breath.
His begs and pleas they all ignored,
His prayers finally answered with gun fire and death.
They called his name, he couldn’t respond,
His voice had failed for fear of a trick.
His heart pounded when the lock had clicked.
Freedom was finally his once again,
This revelation brought by the sight of a friend.
The wounds have healed but the scars never will,
The pain and fear he will forever feel.
Copyright © Joseph Fuller | Year Posted 2006
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