A Life Lost

by Light Brown Shoes

A poem about a dying girl, who, like so many others, were killed in the Hunger Games

I lay here dying, thinking about all I've lost;

My happiness, my life… both have been tossed

away, like bad trash .

I made a decision- now I realize it was rash-

To volunteer for the Games… how could I not win?

But I didn't realize how hard it would be, to commit the ultimate sin…

To take a life… to have blood spilled.

I couldn't, I couldn't, and that's what got me killed,

I stalled too long, found a seed of mercy deep inside,

So I fired my arrow wide.

She ran away, disappeared into the green,

I almost laughed at the scene

Me, letting a girl go free

I turned around, just in time to see

Her ally, charging at me.

I tried to run, but then I fell

And I begged for my life.

And then her ally stuck in the knife.

They giggled and ran away,

But they left the knife.

They left before the cannon went off, and now I'm slowly losing my life,

I'm in s much pain; why didn't she finish me off?

My back is on fire, blood comes up as I cough,

My vision is fading fast, and the next breath I take

Is

My

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