Monday, 26 May 2014
Senses- War Prisoners! :D or more like D': By: Mookenzie!!!!!
Sorry for the oddness of this not-so poem. I know it is sort of gruesome.
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War prisoners
By: Guess who? Mackenzie!
I look, horrified, at the broken bodies around me,
limbs splayed at impossible angles
as they lay motionless on the floor.
I listen for footsteps as I pick up
moaning and pleas for the torture to stop,
and voices begging for death, as to leave what’s left of this world.
I touch the walls around me,
desperate for a chance of escape,
though it would be worthless to try, as they would hunt me down.
I smell death, poison, the moist, moldy
smell of the dirt floor and old bars,
rusty from the tears of the captives trapped there.
I taste my own sweat,
and the blood that had dribbled from the wound on my head
and into my panting mouth.
I often dream of the time when the war will stop,
And I will be free to live my life freely
once again.
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Isn’t that a happy thought? (No.)
Your welcome for ruining your day!
~Mackenzie
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DERP!!!!! Sry, this got really jumbled up when I posted it D:
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Hi Mackenzie,
ReplyDeleteIf you like - I can show you how to fix it tomorrow.
YEAH!!!! PLEASE SHOW ME!!!!!
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