Adrenalin rushes through my veins,
My body, heavy as a tank,
Slowly lifts itself from the pothole I've been stuck in for what seems like years.
Aiming my minds cannon,
I'm now ready to fight back in my mind's own war.
Life derailed me, getting caught in this grimy mess.
Leaving me out like a carved pumpkin on Halloween.
I was a sight to see back then, with a smile that was bright.
Those days didn't last long though, and as if knowing,
Came to me like Hill rats do, smashing me into the ground,
Sucking out my soul like a ravenous leach.
They took everything away from me,
A robbery of my now broken soul.
I didn't see their intentions behind the balaclava they wore;
Covering their snickering faces.
They melted me like fire does metal,
made me trust them,
And with convincing words like a soldering iron,
Bent me into something that was not meant to be changed.
In my creative writing class we did an excersize in which each student writes ten words down on a piece of paper, then trades it with someone else's and use the ten words they gave you and put them in a poem. my ten words were TANK, POTHOLE, GRIMY, PUMPKIN, HILL RATS (hill billies), LEACH, ROBBERY, BALACLAVA (black masks that theifs wear), DERAILED and SOLDERING IRON.
that is the poem I wrote with those words given to me.
