night was beautiful
the darkness inviting
all the warmth gone
my thoughts still colliding
The stars served as beacons
always pointing the way
0n to civilization
where my destiny lay
forward i hiked
through a forest quite shaded
my strenth never lacking
weakness i hated
the hair on my arms
rose and stood high
as i found myself looking
into a strangers eye
his hand held a knife
his eyes full of pity
so maybe my life
didn't lie in the city
perhaps it would end
on this cold winter night
but if there was one thing i knew
i wasn't going without a fight
as i stood waiting
a thought came to mind
that i was a gentleman
patient and kind
how could i end
the life of a man
even if the knife
he still held in his hand
was intended for me?
a friend said that this poem reminded her of the "Hunger Games." hahaha it's kinda true :)
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