A/N: Anyone else feel so busy right now? I do, but I still find time to updatemy stories. (These chapters take me like 5 minutes to type thank goodness.) Anyway, here's Chapter 5, Poem 5 whatever you see it as. Enjoy!
Reaping
I sit here on the stage,
Again, for the 5th time.
Waiting…
Watching …
As children wait to get called.
I remember when it was me.
I was only 14.
I was young.
I was scared.
But mostly, I was innocent,
Such an innocent child…..
I see movement,
A female's movement to be exact.
She walks up on stage.
She looks brave,
She looks tough,
And yet I can still see the fear in her eyes.
An older boy soon joins her.
He looks angry,
He looks strong,
But mostly he looks scared.
Just like I was.
I was scared too.
I still am.
Always will be.
Until the Capitol is destroyed.