This poem is recommended for ages 13+
And Even Now
You feel him
His essence in your being
as he holds you down
You struggle
his hands clasp around your neck
Daring you to take, one. last. breath.
You hear him
His crazed evil laughter
too consumed within himself
to notice
You can see him
as he places the tape around your eyes
as he moves in for the final round
Your instincts plead against
yelling, inside of you
run, run and hide
But how
how could you possibly run
when your limbs are limp and dead
but still you struggle
you try to run
to fight him off
Now you've made a wrong move
or he's simply bored
So he finishes you
And now its over
And he's left you here dead
and even now you can taste the blood
and even now you can see your vision clouding
and even now when you couldn't possibly breath
and even now that your heart has stopped beating
You fight
A Hero of darkness
of pain struggle and blood
fighting till the end
till the last drop of life
has left you
Till all that bears witness
to this gory unjust scene
is a cold body
weeping tears of death
This is a first draft of the poem, please critique me and give me advice
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