Free-verse Troubles

My first attempt at free-verse poetry, describing all my different problems in a certain game.

Free-verse Troubles

 

I married a Gypsy wife

And we had a child named Alice

But then I had to leave to fight

A war against an evil man

I had to leave on a big ship

And leave my possessions behind

I was turned into a poor slave

And I have been a slave for years

When (or if) I do get back

My daughter will be a big teen

My wife will probably be old

My relationship in pieces

I need to kill the man that sent

Me on this foolish, stupid quest

When I get back I'll need to see

My wife and child, and they'll see me.

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i have no clue why, but when i read this... i think of the holacoust. maybe its cause im writing a book bout the halocoust. lol. i liked the idea.
was the war, the holacoust? cause it said GYPSY, made a slave, YEARS, boat, evil MAN, WAR, etc.