I begged them to stop,
They didn’t listen.
I begged them to help,
As one of them said, “Kiss ‘em.”
My body beaten up,
And nowhere to run.
All they did was punch and laugh,
Like they thought it was fun.
Something snapped in me,
The fear turning into fury quickly.
The pain ignored as I attacked,
And the sight of their faces, turning sickly.
I could have laughed as their plan turned wrong,
But I didn’t have a cold heart like them.
All I did was stare,
And then they started to listen.
Hi. I really like this one. As a fellow colleague of yours, I find that poetry does not need as much proper grammar, although in a couple of your poems your grammar does detract from the reading of the poem and makes it harder to read. A quick note: having the same number of syllables in rhyming lines makes for smoother poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for the note Dylan. I will keep that in mind :) Lauren The Aussie