The Urge

about a girl

She lay there in her white vest,
in the comfort of her little nest.
Drenched in blood all over her chest,
no, this was no jest.

She had long been on that quest,
to quench that unending thirst.
In her own body, she felt a guest,
a lifelong feeling, it wasn't the first.

The voice kept nagging like a pest,
constantly told her she had to pass the test.
Convinced her this way was the best.
But forgot to mention she wouldn't live to see the rest.

Author's Note

came up with a list of words and decided to make a story to match :)

Reviews

[Imogen.E]

Lovely poem, I love the rhyming scheme :)

[cycy]

thank you Immy :)

[A. Amos]

In her own body, she felt a guest,
a lifelong feeling, it wasn't the first.

Above line were smart and splendid...good job

[cycy]

thank you so much A.Amos, glad you think so :)

[Sami Khalil]

A very good rhyming poem. Thank you for penning...:)....................

[cycy]

thank you for reading Sami :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)....................

[Lilly]

Were the words you came up with the rhyming ones? I suspected this when reading actually. I like what you've done with it either way. Creative in it's own right and a story that is easy to follow but still lovely and quite interesting. Nice work :)

[cycy]

yes, the rhyming one are the ones i started with then worked at it from there, glad it actually made some sense. thank you :)