Nicole Poet Poet Narrative

The Captive and Her World

I stand drenched in substance;gasoline as sticky as tack
Looking back to see only one man; of two
I fall to my knees and pray; to a distant father
Who let his child die; not make her better

I pray for all the victims; like me
I pray for everything that was lost; as the world was close
And hope to this father that he will come through
Because a life is not what I aim to lose.

I stand drenched in substance;blood as red as the rubies that were crushed
On the day I gave up; the day I was finally lost.

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