Kidnapped (True Story) Poem by Crimson Love

Kidnapped (True Story)

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I walk home from my beloved school like every child does,
I skip the steps in which my music sings,
So young so free,
So careless, so foolish,
I'm alone, I see a van, Thinking nothing,
all of a sudden my skips are numbered, I'm falling Nothing to be remebered,
I wake in the presece of a wood, Unknown to me....
Disoriented Distraught, hoping life has not been caught,
Looking for something familiar, I'm bound, my arms cannot move,
I look around, and man comes ontop of me, I'm struggling and screaming,
Why isn't anyone helping me?
He puts his gun to my temple, Tells me
' No one helps the Unimportant, Close your mouth or I'll close it for you.'
I lie there silent, bound by fear, Not wanting to end a childhood of so little years,
The man gets up, walks to his van, Loosens his belt, I know whats next.
I slowly embark upwards, and start to run, The man see and chases me,
I forget the gun, All I can do is run,
He shoots, he scores,
The Bullet grazing my heart, ripping me apart,
I hold the wound, and try to run,
The man is far behind, but I can't stop,
I find a road, then I collapse,

I wake in the light of a hospital room,
Still feeling the bullet that Ended my life,
I died for fourteen minutes,
The best fourteen minutes of my life,
Touching death, having it hold me,
Lost in an illusion of a god whom doesn't exist,
My Skeleton butterfly Whisping the air, whispering death to me,
To be so close to the death, forever in there presence,
even as I go to bed,
Death follows me like I have something it wants,
It's always there for me to touch and console,
Helping both mine and their tragic souls.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rouge Stallion 25 September 2011

wow...very well done.

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