Abundance - Poem Book

g·o·t·c·h·a

"gotcha," he whispers, before pulling me close,

i had to let loose before problems arose,

he held me tight, and never let go,

i know what he did 3 years ago,

he kidnapped and raped 3 girls, just like me,

i tried to escape, i tried to flee,

but nothing would work i was stuck,

but just my luck,

he left for shopping and left me alone,

i could work on a plan all on my own,

so there i was crafting a plan,

to leave this horrible old man,

and i was just outside before his car pulled up,

and i ran and ran till my legs gave up, 

i fell on the ground, but i was free,

i could return home and to my family, 

but before i could even call out, "MAMMA!"

something grabbed me and whispered,

"gotcha,"