Kidnapped

kidnapped

You’re bundled

into a car

you don’t know

where you are

You can hear the

indicator blinking

And it triggers your

panicky thinking

You try to count wildly

at something

Knowing ultimately

that this isn’t helping

trying to remember

the twists and bends

Wondering how on Earth

will this all end

© Kait King, 2015

30 thoughts on “Kidnapped

  1. As always, explore the darkness inside everyone. Who deserves empathy, victim or unsub? Well done Kait you excel at poetry to make us think feel and enjoy. Have a blessed week, spend your days with love in your heart and plenty of hugs and kisses to make the darkness fade. Xoxo

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