The Captive Poem by willow moon pearce
The Captive
It was complete
A full measure Of ignorance and fear
Compounded from the new
And changes no one could believe
It was strange
Suddenly standing there
Almost a captive audience
Although I was the captive
But really I tried
Believe that!
Only the years I needed
For talking turned to minutes
And then -
Before I could scratch
Their cold unsmiling
Emotions
My time ran out
And I died.
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4/26/2024 2:10:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
this really drew me in...stylish!