Even The Best Fall Down Sometimes

by Alarming To The Senses

A short poem about how the Victors cope after their games. Because under those Capitol facades, lies a human. A real human with real feelings and real emotions. This is how they deal with the nightmares, and themselves.

A poem about how all the Victors cope after the games. Because even the best fall down some time and in this case, it's because of the Capitol. Enjoy and review!

I do not own the Hunger Games. Obviously. But the words are all mine.

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Gloss and Cashmere bang their fists, as they watch their tributes die.

Reruns of old games, that's there way to survive.

Enorbaria and Brutus train until they're numb.

While Lyme hides her status of Victor, but we're not that dumb.

Beetee and Wiress still keep creating.

While Annie's sanity keeps on inflating.

Mags will always be her motherly self, just a little altered.

And Finnick's Capitol facade slowly faltered.

Blight keeps struggling, and Johanna is still fooling them all.

While Woof and Cecelia's nightmares are still there at nightfall.

Chaff and Seeder still pick flowers hoping do find some innocence left night and day.

And Haymitch drinks his life away.

Peeta paints and tries to calm Katniss's living hell.

And Katniss does what she does best, and she rebels.