I Am Lost Without

by Erica N Peterson

This is a series of poems, with lots of different points of views involved - Peeta, Gale, Katniss, Finnick who is my favorite, Haymitch... you get the idea. Some are free-verse, some are rhyming, but all are beautiful.

10. The Prisoner

Poem #10. Thanks to everyone for reviews! Keep reading!

Third person, so no POV, although it's about Haymitch from when he gave in to drink to when the Capitol was overthrown. Again, kinda short - I'll try to make them longer from now on.

E'en though the sails still billow wide,

No crew or captain's there.

But locked away, deep inside,

A prisoner cries in despair.

Hoping, just hoping, but with many doubts,

Some kindness will search for him,

Tied down in chains, longing to get out,

Getting paler, and weaker, and thin.

Once strong, once mighty, once ruler of kings,

Owning the ship where he's trapped,

Trapped in his life and worldly things,

While the sails mercilessly flapped.

Then the prisoner awoke, forgot the strife,

From that hour forgot the smart.

The day was borne from the night,

Peace bound his broken heart.

I have an absolutely amazing poem - a few, actually - that I REALLY want to share, but... they don't go with the HG at all. Should I publish it or not? Help!