A Hostage Situation

Poeticpayne

An army of tears march upon my happiness.

WAR, you say?

I'm beaten down, surrounded,
retreat is not an option.

I raise the white flag, overwhelmed by the enemy.

You may have captured me today,
..... but I'll never talk.

  • Author: Poeticpayne (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 13th, 2018 19:21
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 22
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