
He is a third. unwanted. No where to go. He was captured. He is telling the only one who cared that he is no longer alone.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 151 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 2 - Published: 03-11-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5808655
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This is a sad poem I wrote. It's from a random, unlucky third's point of view. Tears were falling on my keyboard as I typed it…
I am illegal
I am unwanted
I was turned in
To quikly
I cried
I starred blankly
I herd a bang
I felt pain
I found myself floating
To a place that is better then the one I left
Here I am loved
Here I am wanted
Here I am not alone
I'm writing this from up above
To let you know
I died fighting
Not phycicly
In my mind
I was alone
I was unknown
I was in hiding
There was no where to hide
The land was an empty field
Where do I go
You were the only one
Who tried to keep me safe
This I need to tell you:
I am not alone
I am no longer alone
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