Jan 1
For reason,
I recall.
You were frail,
Quite small.
Your body
Hung low,
Through trees of fall.
I rush,
As you're hushed in my arms.
A thrillseeker,
I am.
For your squeal
Begins to calm.
And now you land,
On the brim of the bank.
With a thump and thud,
Covered in mud,
I haul you strong,
As you're now a swimmer,
In the pond.
I recall.
You were frail,
Quite small.
Your body
Hung low,
Through trees of fall.
I rush,
As you're hushed in my arms.
A thrillseeker,
I am.
For your squeal
Begins to calm.
And now you land,
On the brim of the bank.
With a thump and thud,
Covered in mud,
I haul you strong,
As you're now a swimmer,
In the pond.
This poem is a lot darker than the others I have written previously. It is inspired by a murderer and his victim. I have been reading some excellent crime books recently, and this piece of writing came to mind, about the evil of people who ****. I hope you all enjoy!
