Poem #12. Katniss's POV. Rhyming. Thanks to everyone who reviews. And to everyone who doesn't, please start. It will make me very happy.
There's a storm of sorrows,
With teardrops of rain
Where lightnings bring shadows
And thunders bring pain.
The wind's filled with wailing,
The heart's filled with grief,
A storm's on the loose,
Lifting off every leaf.
I live in this place,
This awful place where I dwell,
I wish I could leave,
I wish I could stop the swell
Of evil; of torture;
Of hate; and of pain,
Make it all leave,
But it all remains.
Nothing brings solace,
Nothng brings peace,
Nothing brings happiness,
Nothing will cease.
