My nephew is making me play a different version of hide and seek.
This version involves a gun, if he finds me, things will become bleak.
In this version, if a player is found, he is killed.
I’m scared out of my wits, I’m sure not thrilled.
He said if I didn’t play the game, he’d kill me on the spot.
He’s trying to find where I’m hid but I hope he can not.
He is a twisted and totally evil child.
His parents have never disciplined him and he’s running wild.
My nephew just found and shot me, I have a bullet in my chest.
My life is flashing before my eyes and soon I’ll be laid to rest.
My wife and kids will be devastated when they learn that I bought the farm.
This evil little child should be killed or locked up before he can do more harm.
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This poem has the potential to be really haunting, but I actually feel like the rhyming is taking away a lot from it. It seems like you’re forcing it to rhyme, at the sake of good word choice. I suggest rewriting this without worrying about a rhyme scheme- the best poems usually don’t rhyme.
This poem has a lot of creepy and evil like characteristics and I love it! (I personally love to read and write horror.) I think it would be a great idea to dig deeper into why his nephew is acting so devil like. How did his parents fail him in parenting? You could talk about the speaker’s sibling and how they treated him.