A Haunting in Iowa

A sad poem.

The nightmares grow ever more daunting,

A love, taken by force,

And yet that love never was,

For I am here, and she is there,

Separated by the largest of seas.

Her voice rings clear in my mind,

Heart wrenching calls for help,

But I can’t save her.

I feel my heart reaching,

Wanting to save her as they take her away,

Don’t hit my wife.

Don’t ever hit my wife.

I’m angry and sad and hurt,

Because of the pain they inflict.

But I’m also helpless against the cuff,

My struggle is in vain,

And all I can think about is protecting her.

Let them kill me, as long as I can keep her safe.

We did nothing wrong; we hurt nobody and broke no law

Then, no more, and I wake up in a room full of monitors,

Where I begin to question my sanity,

And I still question my sanity.

“You have no wife,” he says.

And yet the strangest glimmer of hope says otherwise,

A hope in being reunited

With a wife that might never have been,

Despite all the cheerful moments in my dreams

Of a woman who says no one will ever get between us,

And made up memories of a happy wedding.

Chocolate eyes, chocolate hair,

And a beautiful outside that matches her beautiful soul.

She haunts me like a ghost,

And she’s the reason why I’m afraid to love.