Sweet RevengeA Poem by ROSALIND
Shoved into a rusty old van
blindfolded, shoved into a rusty old van Driven miles away Into a deserted and perverted Warehouse lying frightened beyond belief Humiliated silenced staved beaten Days turn into weeks completely broken downing with fear Left for dead In a blood stained shirt No movement Pulse grows weaker Soon my spirit is seeking revenge. Waiting for you.... You nervously tiptoe around the house. I waste no time As I hunt you down I pull the trigger Bang you are dead My soul is free From pain You see....... © 2012 ROSALIND |
Stats
194 Views
Added on October 25, 2012 Last Updated on November 3, 2012 AuthorROSALINDEDINBURGH, lothian , United KingdomAboutHello my name is Rosalind and I first started writing poetry in April of 2011. I am a born again Christian and have a wonderful relationship with father God I would have never imagined for one second.. more..Writing
|