Comeuppance
By: LadyWillow
A voice calls sweetly
to me
and fear grips my body.
I know her
-That Voice-
I can't face Her again.
Quickly I run, farther and
farther away from Her voice
until it is nothing but a faint,
cracking whisper carried by the
gusting wind.
As I run, memories of the
hurt
come flooding back.
Pain flashes in my mind
I cry out as I trip down
the curb.
Pain shoots through my leg.
I lay in the street, broken
leg and broken will.
And just before the truck hits
my limp form;
I thank the Gods that it is
Finally
Over.
You'll get what you deserve
Becky.
Poem copyrighted to Jessica Knoll, 2002. This poem is actually copyrighted to my name. That means if you steal it you can be fined, and arrested. The jail time for plagerism is quite severe, so please save yourself the embarrassment and write your own poem. Thanks.
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