A P.O.W's perspective of war.


The bird, motionless,
eyes shut in eternal slumber.
The tears came streaming forth.
Staining,
leaving a salty tang on my lips.
It's small body magnified,
its size against the cement it rests
on serves to only increases its presence.
This tiny creature kept
in this prison cell.
Just like us ,
trapped within these four walls.
A window near the ceiling
the only source of light ,
our only connection
to the world.
Flying with its heart set on
towards the window. Yet
its only source of hope is barred.
Barred by the limitations,
reminders of our situation.
It pressed its chest against
the cold metal, beating its wings till it could
not beat no more.
Falling , falling
It lands with a thud.
It death
echoed within
these fortifications.

Cosquest was cool, too bad i was late.

HAHAHAHA Why dont you jut admit you were the one picking your nose?