Sacrifice of Vengeance

March 7, 2014
By sneha14 GOLD, Glen Mills, Pennsylvania
sneha14 GOLD, Glen Mills, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear and how to be free from it. That's the point."









- FOUR, DIVERGENT


Flooding in are the waves,

As soldiers fall and let out wails.

As I stand and wait for those who were saved,

Cannons explode to my utmost displease.

I get a letter instead of a hug,

My brother’s hands shouldn’t have been holding a gun

My hands shake and eyes water as I read the words,

I’d rather be there and die than not see him at home.

 

Vowing not to risk another,

I set out on my own,

For avenging the death of my brother.

Weakness only in my heart,

Surviving and victory visible on my dart.

Hitting the bull’s-eye with every step,

A plan formulating in my head.

 

Looking him in the eye after hours practice,

My transformation of life begins.

Looking like him, Dressing like him, Becoming Him…

Observing him over the years has finally helped me today,

When I decide to take his place.

I will hold his gun and shoot whenever I see a head,

I will kill until they are all dead. For revenge is all that ignites my life

 

My ladylike behavior is now all gone,

Along with the sweet life that took care of me.

A lump in my throat,

A limp in my bones,

But I’m not asking for anyone to stop me.

And neither will I ever listen.

 

As I put on my gear and put down my personal items,

The letters from my brother cannot be sidelined.

However, if I die tonight, I need them for my might.

Rifle in hand, climbing out of the trench,

Shots go off in seconds.

My hands tremble as I lift the gun,

Shooting at any light and opening,

Spotted enemy uniforms lie motionless in red mist.

 

As I enter their trench,

I feel in the pit of my stomach,

Pain doesn’t hit till moments ago,

When I pulled out the letters,

I clutched them to my heart and said,

“Dear mother, father, and sister don’t fret for I will be forever with brother.”



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Alicemyface said...
on Mar. 14 2014 at 3:21 am
Really touching poem. Am so proud of you, you little butterly. 

Layla said...
on Mar. 14 2014 at 3:21 am
Hey baby! This is such a great poem! I love what you have written keep it up darling xx -Layla babe]  

Maeva888 said...
on Mar. 14 2014 at 3:19 am
Amazing poem Sneha!!!! I loved it so much!!!

Alicemyface said...
on Mar. 14 2014 at 2:54 am
A really touching story and very inspiring.

AimannG said...
on Mar. 13 2014 at 11:05 pm
AimannG, Poopington, Pennsylvania
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What a great poem. Truly moved! Keep it up. -Aimann Govani

guess who said...
on Mar. 13 2014 at 10:43 am
SNEEHHAAAA OMG THIS IS SO GOODDDD <3 YAY I AM COMMENTING ON YOUR POEM LA LA LA LA LA (guess who I am)  <3 

sshrotri said...
on Mar. 13 2014 at 6:31 am
The emotions brought tears in my eyes

anonymous said...
on Mar. 13 2014 at 12:02 am
excellent!!!


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