Hostage

A Poem by Becca

I'm a hostage in a bank.

He screams for money.

Pulling my head back,

Allowing my neck to be exposed.

He hollers again for money.

Demanding he get it now.

He digs the knife deeper,

Deeper into my throat.

I'm a hostage soon to be a goner.

Blood is being drawn, I can't breathe.

Someone give this man the money!

I'm a hostage now gone.

© 2012 Becca

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Added on February 13, 2012
Last Updated on February 13, 2012

Author

Becca

Rochester, NY

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I'm 23 and I write poems to keep me sane. Poems are my way of getting out how I feel. When I'm upset, I tend to write more. But there are times where I will get randomly inspired and write something c.. more..

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