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.

4. My Annie

This one is in Finnick's point of view, as his last good-bye to Annie. Free-verse, mostly, except for a few words.

Oh, my Annie, blessed Annie,

The first time I saw you,

My heart made

A little bounce.

The second time I saw you,

It skipped a beat.

The third time I saw you,

It leaped into the air.

The fourth time I saw you,

It did a little flip.

The fifth time I saw you,

It just stopped cold.

Not dead, but waiting.

Waiting to see you again

So it could start up

And race faster than ever.

Oh, my Annie, blessed Annie,

The sixth time I saw you,

I sang a little song.

The seventh time I saw you,

I knew what I'd been waiting for.

The eighth time I saw you,

I could not believe my eyes

For the beauty that I saw

Was indescribable -

Not just on the outside, but the in.

The ninth time I saw you,

I danced until I died.

The tenth time I saw you,

I broke down and cried.

Oh, my Annie, blessed Annie,

Without you, I am lost,

For the eleventh time I saw you,

I finally had the courage

To tell you.

Oh, my Annie, blessed Annie,

The first time we parted,

I cried of sadness.

The second time we parted,

I sobbed my heart out.

The third time we parted,

I closed my eyes until we reunited.

The fourth time we parted,

I longed for the morrow.

The fifth time we parted,

My heart filled with sorrow,

Wondering,

Waiting,

Longing,

Hoping to see you again.

Oh, my Annie, blessed Annie,

The sixth time we parted,

Something beautiful disappeared.

The seventh time we parted,

I screamed in grief,

The eighth time we parted,

I couldn't stand myself for leaving.

The ninth time we parted,

Nothing could contain my grieving.

The tenth time we parted,

My anguish only grew.

But the eleventh time we parted...

I knew I was gone from you.

I'd gone to the Capitol,

I'd left you, I know,

And nothing could console me,

Nothing could help my soul.

The eleventh time we parted,

I knew it was the last.

I tried, tried to get back to you,

My Annie.

But the wind was strong

And the current stronger

And they beat me, fast and true.

So the eleventh time we parted,

I knew I'd never again

Be seeing you,

Oh, my Annie, blessed Annie,

I'm sorry for the pain -

But the wind held fast,

And the current faster,

I knew I'd never, no never

Get past her,

The Capitol.

The enemy.

The killer.

My death.

Don't grieve me, Annie,

And 'tho you're in pain,

Always remember me,

Snow or rain,

So please, oh, please, don't cry.

But, oh, my Annie, my oh, so blessed Annie,

Good-bye.