I am afraid
I wonder why he chose me
I hear a city bellow
I see the others around me
I want to feel free
I am imprisoned
I pretend he's not there
I feel his eyes on me
I touch cold steal
I worry about what happened to them
I cry at the pain
I am tortured
I understand his greed
I say his name
I dream of the comforts of home
I try to plead
I hope for this pain to end
I am free
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PoetryI am a poem. I wonder how it will end. I hear the investigation reports. I see the evidence. I want to be solved. I am a murder case.