Stuck
Stuck.
Writhering around in pain and agony,
but only mentally.
Prim needs me.
Hurt.
Trying to save the ones I love,
But I fall short.
Gale needs me.
Nothing.
There is no more I can do,
but I don't give up.
Peeta needs me.
Because I am the Mockingjay.
A/N: This was probably a random poem set just before Katniss agrees to become the Mockingjay. I'm a few pages before that right now, actually...This came to mind, I had to stop reading and write it! I have been reading Catching Fire and Mockingjay. Thus, the Hunger Games has been playing on my mind a lot recently...
For anyone who does not know...I'M NOT A POET!
I'm an author...A fiction writer...Not saying I have never written poetry before...Just saying that my poetry sucks. But I had an odd thought hit my mind and the word stuck made me think of poetry.
Really random, really bad...
Thanks for reading, please review :)
Love, ChloeRhiannonX