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
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
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