A trusted friend
To a dark damp place
Locked in a basement
It feels like a cave
This one can get violent
I have bruises to show
I guess he needs the release
Not my problem though
Bound at the wrists
Tied at the ankels
No fighting back now
I'm to tired, to weak
I feel more than see him
They've covered my eyes
He starts to sing
As my heart beats faster
Please not again
'Mine mine mine mine,
Soon you'll be and I'll be fine.'
I try to keep quiet
The noise spurs him on
I am so defiant
But this bastard wants more
What else do I have?
He's taken everything.
Thirty-six hours
My Prince comes in
He swooped in to save me
But was that the end
Haunted my dreams,
Memories it seems
A contest entry
- Silver dollars and empty lungs (prewrites) by Writing0Freedom.
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That was amazing. I am almost literally speechless over this poem, it truly was an excellent write. Words cannot even describe how this makes me feel. I loved the flow and the pace you went at, all I can say is keep up the good work and keep writing, you're excellent enough at it.
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Thank you SO much for that ^... I really don't know what to say other than thanks.
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Well it deserved it. No need to thank me, it was an amazing write, I should be thanking you. I was hoping for a decent write from someone.
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