The View
A poem based on a short story with a twisted ending.
The View By Tony Radford An institute was built to suite some folks that most don’t know,a place to send our wounded men with no place else to go. In a room of white, all day and night two injured souls would layand never tread, confined to bed, forever both would stay. A window there the two would share, but only one could seepast walls of white, their captive plight, how life out there would be. One man lay too far away...
