2 Weeks In Poem by Antonia Nasi

Tick tock…
Tick tock…
That’s all she hears of the faint clock

This cage embraces every limb
It’s 2 weeks in and looking grim

Her captor’s voice now faint as hell
She fears her death in this tainted cell

Fearing strangers after dark…
She'd started away from the strange man’s park

Not knowing he was close behind
She slowed down hoping she would find…

A friend to walk her hand in hand
Safely from the man’s command

No sooner did the dusk descend
She realized there would be no friend…

To save her from fast footsteps near
His intentions became so crystal clear

And now she lies in wait of him
It’s 2 weeks in and looking grim…