A Without A Trace Poem

Time is of the essences

The victims and lost loved ones in question can feel themselves

Began to sweat profusely all over the place

Covered in everything from cuts and bruises

Sometimes you swear your captor can smell your fear

Causing them to go more rabid than before

Their hearts pounding a mile a minute

Looking around like a crazed wild animal

Desperately trying to get away at any cost and by any means necessary

Connect the clues together

Come and get us and find us quick

And save our poor unfortunate souls