The Cross Poem by Alanna 14110168

My ragged clothes are slipping
My shawl used to be full of color
Now a pale grey
My feet are bare
My face is streaked with dirt
I'm looking for food

ANYTHING

I haven't eaten in three days...

'KILL HIM! '
'CRUCIFY HIM! ! '

Huh?

What...?

An angry mob of people...
Waving fists in the air
A man yelps in pain
A vicious, throbbing pain
The crowd goes wild
As if there was a major fight going on...

My hunger pains quickly flee from me
I run up to the mob
What's going on?
A crucifiction?

I disappear into the furious crowd
Upon a huge cross...

A man
Long, brown hair
As brown as trees in the forest
A full brown beard
Mystical, peculiar eyes
They're unhappy, tearful eyes...
Blood drips down from his perfectly shaped palms as the gaurds set him up to his slow, tortorus death...
The crowd is cursing at the victim
Cheering
'The False Messiah? Ha! '

I recognize the man...

...It's Jesus Christ...

I wake from my dream

'Wow, '