P.O.W.

I'm in Vietnam and I'm a prisoner of war.

Regaining my freedom is the only thing I have to live for.

I don't know what day it is or even what year.

How old am I? How long have I been here?



They keep me in a filthy cage and it's very crude.

I'm starving, they give me very little food.

Sometimes I want to die and get it over with.

If I can't be free, I don't want to live.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a fictional poem

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Ruth Lovejoy's picture

it may be a fictional piece as written but I bet a lot of Vietnam vets could relate to it.