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Mind Abducted

Something was missing.

A thought?

No...it was more than that.

The dawn is coming. They must be looking for me.

Simple as the capture was,

It was the mental game

That created the real terror.

Perhaps...
In a sick sense...

Is there meaning to this event?

This stupid handcuff...it's killing my wrist...

I deserved this.

Maybe that is ubsurd to say,

But put yourself in my shoes.

After all that was said and done,

This is no coincidence.

It was destiny.

If anyone really cares they would have found me by now.

The ride in the van wasn't that long.

No time to be afraid.

I had thoughts on my mind.

My life...well...if you could call it so,

Not very stunning.

I did a lot of things.

Un-ethical things.

No, I didn't kill anyone...

Physically anyway...

Hey! Hey! This is just great.

Stuck here to shout at nothing.

At least come in here and taunt me.

Is it un-reasonable that

In this predicament I think

About my own life?

I mean, I can't go anywhere.

Better now than never...

Cowards...That's all they are.

They will get what's coming to them.

She was beautiful...

I still don't understand why I did it.

I wasn't a drinker.

It just...happened, ya' know?

It was her fault...

Wasn't it? It's a free world.

I can blame her if I want to.

Jhon Jacob Jingle Heimer Smits!

His name is my name too!

Sheesh, look at me.

I'm a rat chained to a damned pole

And I can't even man up to my own mistakes.

It's my own fault!

My own damn fault!

I really do deserve this...

Too uncomfortable to sleep.

This sucks.

What the Hell do they want me for anyway?

Their reason didn't matter...

This was my chance.

My chance to save myself

Once this was over.

My chance to plan out how

I can piece my life back together.

......

.....

 

I want her back...

I want to tell her how sorry I am.

Take the blame.

"I am the scum. I cheated.

And I lost my dignity

And you

In the process."

Please...make it stop...

I want to leave...

"Baby please forgive me...

I never meant to hurt you.

It was so stupid of me..."

Let me go!

Let me out of here now!

Damn it, stop this madness!

Let me go!

"Please! Let me back!

I love you!

Please believe me!"

 

Please! Stop This Torment!                                                           Please! Stop This Torment!

Author notes

Being kidnapped - Prompt for contest

A contest entry

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  • Gwenevere
    February 9, 2009

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    Interesting and very different."The mental game created the real terror". How often this is true.We torture ourselves far more than any one else can.thankyou for being oroginal and I wish you luck in the contest, Ros


  • HereComesTheSun
    February 8, 2009

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    Positive: this poem has a very good reply fell to it and it was done very very well. the last lines combined phenomenal idea and fits very well

    Negative: i got nothing other then i was confused for a bit on who the one in italics was i thought it was the same person for a bit.

    thanks fore entering


    • Cube
      February 8, 2009
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      Thank you. And as for the seperation between the italics and regular font. The Italics were the victim's thoughts, while the regular font was the victim speaking out loud.


  • goingnowherefast
    February 5, 2009
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    oh wow