Eyes of fear, Mouth of shock Because I never saw it coming. To the arena I return again, My darkest horror already starting. To my left, I turn to see my mother, Trying not to sob, As I rethink the memories I always had during summers At the Hob. Eyes wet, Arms tired, Barging through the door, While picturing the future And all the madness that's in store. Gale and Prim, My only treasures, Are soon to say goodbye. For this year in the Quarter Quell, No more will there be a tie. I'm deep in thought As I review the words For my last farewell, When I realize a secret for Haymitch That I can't wait to tell. To protect Peeta In this terrifying Quell Is my one and only goal, For I want him to come back to it And live peacefully In this district of coal.
To be strong is what I think of While under the stars I lay.
To be strong The only solution For I am the Mockingjay.
I find this while looking through my 2011 notes. Quite timely, with Catching Fire showing in cinemas and all. I was and still am an avid fan, both of poetry and The Hunger Games. My style has evolved but it's nice to see that poetry has always somehow been a part of me.