P.O.W.
1:25 PM
I'm a prisoner of war. The weakest soldier of the smallest infantry. Naturally, I fought back, but it only made them stronger. I gave up to soon. If only I would hve kept trying, I probably wouldn't be in this hell hole. If only... To late for 'if only's. I'll keep trying to find a way out.
Everyday I call out to the chief. Some days I don't believe hehears me, but I continue to call. He will come. I know it. At the very least he will send someone better trained to help get me out. my wounds will be addressed and my stomach fed. Once again, I'll join the ranks of one of the greatest armies on earth.
Love,
Leira Violet
I wrote this because my youth pastor said we needed to have a poem and I couldn't think of one. All I came up with was this.
Everyday I call out to the chief. Some days I don't believe hehears me, but I continue to call. He will come. I know it. At the very least he will send someone better trained to help get me out. my wounds will be addressed and my stomach fed. Once again, I'll join the ranks of one of the greatest armies on earth.
Love,
Leira Violet
I wrote this because my youth pastor said we needed to have a poem and I couldn't think of one. All I came up with was this.
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