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.