A/N: Hello. This is my first HG fanfic, so please don't judge too harshly. I had to write a poem for school, so I wrote this one. It is basically the aftermath of the games. The nightmare.
I'm going to do a series of poems. When you finish reading this, PLEASE REVIEW!
Disclaimer: Do I look like Suzanne Collins? No. I am a 14 year old. I do not get paid to do this. I do this for fun. I don't own anything.
Waking in Reality
You see the faces
Of the kids you killed,
Every night you see
Where their blood was spilled
I sleep with a light
And a knife in my hand
With a bottle of alcohol
On my nightstand.
I sleep with him each night.
I wake screaming of blood,
Of death, and pleas, and mutts.
I dream of the body's thud
As it hits the ground. My mind just shuts
As I jerk into the light.
I sleep with her each night,
Just so I don't wake in terror,
I sleep with a bright light
To block out the nightmares
Of which I am the bearer.
You win the Games,
They say you're free,
But you remember
Those twenty-three.
You're never free,
You never win,
You hear the pleas,
Of those twenty-three children.
You live with guilt,
You see the monsters,
You see the blood spilt,
And the nonexistent sponsors.
They say you've won,
They say you're free,
But they don't tell you
About reality.
Every year,
This repeats,
The blood will smear,
And there'll be 23 defeats.
23 families are torn apart,
Friends of 23 tributes are broken,
Lovers are left without a heart,
A body is their only token,
Of the child
Killed in reality.
There is no sanity
In waking,
In reality.
A/N: So...how'd you like it? I need more ideas, so PLEASE review!
~Sakura~