Hey, poem #16 here. I'm writing this on 2-21-11, and I haven't had any reviews in a while, so... you should review now.
I think I'll do a rhyming poem for this one. And... how about Gale's point of view? People - including me - seem to like those. And I'm going to do line breaks again, just for this one. I don't know why. Just 'cause.
Let's run away,
Away from here,
Away from horror,
Away from tears.
We'll take our families,
We'll leave this place
We'll never again see
The Capitol's face.
For all it's worth
For all we've done
We'll run away
We'll go... we're gone,
We hate it here,
You know it's true,
Our families,
And me and you.
Don't argue now,
And please don't cry,
You knew that we'd have to
Say good-bye.
It's for the best,
Please, I ask,
What is it
To make you last
In this awful place,
Where torture starts?
This awful place
Where cruelty never parts?
Please, oh, please,
Why can't you see?
Please, leave him,
And come with me.