A/N-- decided to expand on the first poem.
Peeta's POV.
Disclaimer--I do not own The Hunger Games, though I wish that I did.
Enjoy :)!
If I won this game,
and really got out,
then why do I hear
the dead children shout?
Why do I feel
the terror inside,
of every child,
who in the Games, died?
How come I can't,
get away from the dreams,
the bloody images,
the terror-filled screams?
I'm out of the Arena,
and back in my house,
so why do I feel caught,
trapped like a mouse?
Why do I cry,
in terror and fear,
when I'm still alive,
safe, living, here?
If I really won,
that stupid old game,
then how come I'll never,
ever be the same?
A/N--Well, what'd ya think??? REVIEW, PLEASE!