Authors note: If any of you guys are mad at me for not typing the rest of any one of my story I understand. I am experimenting with different types of genre's and writing styles to figure out what I like. All the other stories I started I got bored of. Anyways my new style I'm trying this time is poetry. Yes poetry. Have any of you ever read the book burn or crank and many others by the same author. I am not sure what her first name is but I think her last name is Hopkins, well her stories are all written in the form of poetry and I thought "hey why not give it a shot" so here it goes…..
I woke up one more feeling like P-Diddy
(LOL JK, JK)
Sorry here it goes again
I woke up one morning
Not ready to get up
Not today…. (LOL sorry that ones for you NattyMC …..sorry again)
I deal with him every day
Is it his stupid shenanigans?
Is it his evil schemes?
That makes me regret still being around him
As I got up if felt sore
Sore like a boxer after the big match the night before
I can still hear the Roars
Of the lions he set loose
All I ask is to make a truce
They attacked like hungry lions
(They actually were)
…like hungry lions that haven't seen a piece of meat in years
They sprung
The breath left from my lungs
It felt like barbells sitting on top of me
(I'm not even gonna go into that)
This made me have to pee
I could not clutch it
I clenched
I thought
"Don't do it, don't do it"
I held it
The attack
Brutal as the august sun
I imagined a happy place
Jumping into a pool
Think….. think….
I thought of a previous life
One with love, trust, and sense of safety.
It struck me like lightning
I let loose
Like a waterfall after rains
This was a shock to the felines
The stench of the urine that was mine
Embarrassed
Like a child that wet the bed
The actions I took
Too hard to describe
But today I find that what I did was for the best