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…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem