Patriot

10/13/15

I hang from the ceiling

In a room of dirty walls

Ropes cutting into my wrists

As I resist the enemy

On my body lay blood stains

Some fresher than others

While the smell of iron and urine 

Surrounds my swollen body

Beneath my dangling feet,

Rats gather,

Hoping to get a taste of my flesh

...Some have already succeeded

For the moment I am not alone

Though I wish that I was

As a strange machine is pressed against me

Volts of lightning shooting through me

They ask questions

But I do not speak

In a desperate attempt for information

They put a wet rag on my face

And burn my eyes with acid

I try to gasp of course

But instead I start a dry drowning

My silence is keeping me alive

But I cant remain so for much longer

I am a prisoner of war

Not quite important enough to rescue

So I await my end

Across enemy lines

Knowing no one will come to find me

...God bless my country...