P.O.W.
I see her everyday from my cell,
remember days she was by my side
before my life became a living hell,
and the flame inside me died.
Is this how life was meant to turn,
decaying in a prison to yearn
for freedom before I die,
in a dark cage under a Baghdad sky?
In my dreams, she smiles, holds my hand
and gives me hope to stay alive,
reminds me of our future plans,
provides me reason to survive.
When she crawls up inside my brain,
for just a moment, I forget the pain
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