You're a killer.
Pacing slowly, back and forth behind shadows,
Darting behind unsuspecting passerby,
awaiting your next victim.
You filthy, venomous snake.
I can see your game but I refuse to play.
You slither down a path, following.
Then you strike,
Leaving behind countless injured people.
But who knows how many you have killed.
You don't even care who it is, do you?
Man or woman. Young or old.
You'd strike my 90 year old grandmother
The same as my baby cousin,
Or my newlywed sister.
You want to hurt Everyone.
You don't know when to quit.
Lovers die, families separate.
And you are the cause.
You are the reason why she was kicked out of the house at 14.
you are the reason why his parents hate his boyfriend.
You are the reason why my aunt doesn't want children.
You are a vile disease, an infectious virus.
But you'll never get me.
Not now, not ever.
Becuase I know how to stop you from getting me.
Too bad they didn't.
I wish I could help them.
But it's too late.
Stupid drugs....
Stupid sex...
Stupid AIDS...
Author notes
Dancing Alone
A contest entry
- For everyone who has not yet won any trophy by LittleAnn.
600 points, ended June 12, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Do you understand who the killer is?
Comments
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Unfortunately this is so true...
Only when I was about halfway through this poem, I realized what it was about. I think this was really well done, the ending fits and it just all makes sense when you've finished reading this.
I think AIDS is a problem that people really should pay more attention to...
Thank you for entering my contest!
Keep on writing!
Annie
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I wasn't sure what you were talking about until the end which tied it all together. Great write, it grabbed my attention and kept it.
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WOW this is really good! it describes those things so well. You are right they are like a snake. Aweosome Job Keep it up!
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liked this poem a lot. a couple typing erors just to let you know. like could you typed dould. i hate when i make them simple errors and over look them. i likd your poem a lot. you had a good section where you told the people he had hurt.
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