Ropes around my legs shackled like a prisoner, bound to a tree.
Eyes covered with a cloth made from wool and razor sharp Debr
Can’t run, can’t see, no noises except except the wind.
Alone I think, no change in two days, death creeping in
No answers, no help, what else can I do but shout?
Such coldness, hunger, severe thirst, I cry out!
Three days, now four, still here but so weak.
No rain yet, I will die without something to drink.
I hear voices, coming this way, louder and louder, will rescue be my fate?
A man, a woman, both laughing, will they see me, ɓut suddenly the laughter stopped and the man to his friend, I didnt too late.
They helppped me though this horrid state.
I scream they hear, footsteps coming closer and faster towords me me.
A woman gasps, she whispers in my ear “we will help you to get free”.
Cloth removed from my eyes, tears of hope flowing.
Ropes cut off, coat wrapped around me, wind stop blowing.
Water tasted so sweet, a protein bar, then help to a car.
I’m free, no questions asked? Just something about thanking my lucky star.
To a hospital, admitted for dehydration and rest.
Police interview, so many questions, I answered my best.
Artist came, pictures on the news, tips came in.
Suspect caught, trial happened, hammer fell, life in jail for him.
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