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This is a fictional poem.

Submitted:Aug 15, 2007    Reads: 92    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

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.


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