Struggling to talk;
Struggling to walk;
Hands tied,
leg tied
Gang leader comes in grand style
With boys at his back
with machines and machinery;
hanged over their neck
puffing some poisonous flames;
causing me to choke
almost having an asthma
He says loudly;
You dare not give me your body;
Ha!,Ha!,Ha!
You are finished !
Hit with a club stick!
Then black out!
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Author:
D\'Poetic Princess (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 8th, 2025 15:04
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
A poem of helplessness and hopelessness in a brutal situation. Hard to read and dark. Well written and powerful
Yes get ready for the next
Well, if that's the truth, it's certainly one that should be shared!
Yes true
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