The silver metal gun pressed against her face She closed her fright-filled blue eyes and dreamed About life A life she'll never have Birds chripping, the sun shinning, bright beautiful flowers... She shivered The small room was cold and damp It smelled of mold, stale food and smoke She couldn't see anything through her blindfold The ropes cut her bare arms and legs A cold clear tear tried to make its way down her face All she wanted was to live She was only 16....too young for this Her long black hair curled around her face She couldn't brush it away Off in another room she heard voices Men....laughing and joking What had she done....to deserve to harsh fate? She could hear the rain beating down hard on the door Coming down to pour on her little grave The men came in and ripped off her blindfold They laughed and cursed in her face She heard the word "money" in her native Russian tounge She shook her head at them, begging them to spare her To not hurt her But in the end..... she lost
Reason for writing:
This was the very first poem I ever wrote and I've had to edit it down many times! IT was once much longer. Awwwww!
Please, tell me what you think.
Birth sign: Leo
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