Peaceful
By lexilee28
Death is peaceful,
Death is quiet,
Death is ...
lonely
My name is Rue. I grew up in district 11 along with my brothers and sisters. I am 12 years old. This was my first year in the reaping and I was chosen to compete in the 74th annual hunger games . I am just one of the children who are dieing for the amusment of the Capitol. I wanted to go home to get out of these games but I will always be stuck in this arena. They talk of a place where there is no more hunger games but I will never get to see it. I dream of being able to play in the meadow with my brothers and sisters. I miss them. I miss my sisters smile and my brothers laugh. I want to go home.
I miss Katniss.. she tried her hardest to save me but there was no hope. She sang me to sleep. I dream of the meadow she sang about hoping my spirit would lay there instead of in this hostile arena. I hope Katniss won.
We lie here dead,
unspoken words caught on or lips,
pain running through our hearts,
tears welled in our eyes,
we just want to go home.
Death is peaceful,
Death is quiet,
Death is ...
lonely