P.O.W.

JERRY BROWNING		..FOLLOWING SEAS

P.O.W.

here i am
alone again
burning poems
and breaking promises

sometimes i believe
i might have some answers
but i don’t

i’m a prisoner
of an enemy within
interrogated and tortured
toyfully released
on my own recognizance
for another month or two

now i walk broken streets
bearing hideous scars
of undeclared wars
scarlet ridges on my body
deep, black trenches
in my soul

Norfolk, Virginia ‘87

Intro Image - "Writing Hands" by jggy
Empact Image - "West Coast Blvd and the Dreams of Broken Men" by Thomas Clyde

Play "POW" recited by Ron Arthurs

Ron Arthurs - Model, Actor
Western Australia

Ron was first introduced to theatre at 10 when he wrote, directed and starred in a school play. As an introverted 18 yo a friend suggested a drama cure. One of his first roles was in Dylan Thomas’ “Under Milkwood” - only one person showed-up. He has appeared in over 200 productions in WA and UK.

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