Standing at the warning wire
knowing one step foward means death
The smell of the forrest filled air
The guards watching over the prisoners
months of tunneling
digging thirty feet down and two hundred feet across
The Guards are niavve to the escape
Niavve to the months of dgging
The Forrest is the goal
The forrest is two hundred mens hopes and dreams
men filled with excitement and fear
knowing that the tunnel will leave them in the forrest
poking there heads out of the whole
and feeling the disapointment of finding out
they were twenty feet short
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I like the tunnels. What do they smells like? What does the dirt under his nails feel like?
ReplyDeleteI love that the forest is hope, and the last lines of your poem kill me. I love the emotions. Fear, excitement, disappointment.
i thought that this idea was actually pretty creative. my favorite line from this poem was when you said one step forward means death. It actually gets the audience to visualize the actual scene and what happened.
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