When I look up to the black sky <br />I only see a dark ceiling very high <br />Is this the place where I am going to die? <br />Or to my kids I will have to lie? <br /> <br />Three years with no sunlight <br />And bearing constant fight. <br />Three years with no moonlight <br />And tied with this chain so tight. <br /> <br />When will I see the day <br />Outside this Guantanamo Bay? <br />What will my family say? <br />"Why you left us and went away? " <br /> <br />But I think place will be my last <br />My life is slipping fast <br />What will I do outside like an outcast? <br />How will I cope up in the world so vast?<br /><br />Aditi Khandelwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prisoner-13/
