Forgiving A Lost Soul Poem by Russell Aydelotte

Forgiving a lost Soul

Alone in a cell surrounded by death,
The enemies prison guards breathing down my neck,
Ever since this war started we've been hit with friendly bombshells,
You'd think our allies would just come in and save us,
But with every bombshell we lose some more of our soldiers.
One day, the enemies warden walked into my cell,
Took hold of my shirt and started to yell,
2 guards rushed in both holding a cat-of-nine-tails,
the warden said something and my shirt was ripped off,
then he started counting but his guards hesitated,
to test this new method of torture on someone innocent,
he started to curse and he grabbed a whip,
he was all crazed up and started to crack,
the whip came down real hard and sharp,
the 9 tails at the end, grabbed a hold of my back,
he ripped the whips tails out of my skin,
then he did the same thing over again,
about 30 minutes later he decided to stop,
he only did one thing, that left me confused,
he took his shirt off and handed me the whip,
I refused to do it,
he started crying,
the crazy man, was confused of my action,
I helped him up and I cried with him.
Who'd of thought he had feelings,
he only did what was ordered,
by the heartless S.O.B.
This man pleaded for forgiveness,
and so I accepted.........
The man was killed the very next day,
for disobeying orders,
this man saved my life,
that much I owe him.