Disclaimer: Not mine. Well, the poem is, and this is the category I thought it most went into! A result of boredom and WAY too much caffeine on a plane!
As for what this applies to, I'll leave that for you to figure out (Meaning, I don't even have a fricking clue!)
How much longer
Must I suffer
Pain
From this endless torture?
How much longer
Must I wait
For my rescue
By my savior?
For the person who'll
Cease the pain that fills me
Who'll free me from my binds
Who will swoop in and save me
Hopefully, before I lose my mind.
Now, please
Don't judge me too harshly,
After this,
You might not think I'm swell,
But I deserve this torture,
And everything else as well.
But this torture's just too painful
These binds are way too tight
I don't think I'm asking that much
Just for someone to do
What they think is right.
Be it leave me here,
And walk away,
Ever forsaking me
To my never-ending doom
Or rescue me
Bring me back from the
Realms of the dead,
Possibly saving my life.
Death is sounding sweet right now
'Stead of this pain and strife.
But guess what?
I'm not laying down,
Not losing without a fight.
Death's not going to take me yet-
I wanta live my life!
Hopefully, my savior'll
Come relatively soon.
'Cause I'm not sure
How much longer
I'm gonna last.
…
Okay, so, obviously, I need to stop getting bored. Or at least channel my boredom towards other stories *dodges rocks chucked at head*
I'm getting to my other story, I promise! Just have the teensiest bit of writer's block!