I am so so so so sorry. It's been like 3 months since I last updated, I know. The thing is, I got caught up in my other stories, got busy with life, and forgot about this. But...I finally got around to getting the next poem up. Enjoy!

Headed for the Capitol, the train rushes onward

I whisper I'm scared, but know no one heard

I have to win, return to my family and Gale

But still I wonder, into darkness will I sail?

Peeta sits nearby, quietly watching me

I wonder in me, what could he see?

I slip to my room, wishing for the peace and darkness

I'm scared and frightened, but to that I will never fess

I slowly rub my gold mockingjay pin

Still always wondering if I can win

Effie calls me to dinner, and I quickly get changed

All those colorful clothes, from black to pink they ranged

The food is fancy, rich and fine

With Effie, Haymitch and Peeta I dine

Haymitch is drunk, but that's his usual state

We must make him somber, for he helps determine our fate

After dinner I undress, and eventually slip off to sleep

On the ground, just leaving my clothes in a heap

Not really caring, for I have more important things on my mind

Like in the arena, how will a bow I find?

At breakfast, Haymitch is still drinking is wine

And Peeta and I both realize he's crossed the line

I throw a knife, looking surprised, Haymitch asks if he's got fighters

Peeta just eyes him, still angry, and his muscles grow ever tighter

Haymitch agrees to stay somber, as long as we do what he should say

We exchange a glance and nod, and finally get on with our day

I finish my meal, licking what's called hot chocolate from my thumb

Right now I'm not really scared, for all my feelings seem to be numb

The Capitol draws closer, and to the window we rush

Amazed by the sight of it, while Effie starts to gush

Despite being here for the Games, our wonder still shows

As compared to it, District 12 is nothing, a fact everyone knows

So here we'll prepare, and get ready for the Games

Hoping we'll be the one that gets riches and fame

Deep down I know I'll never slow, never stop, and fight to the end

So I can return, and my families' hearts they don't have to mend

I will definitly get the next poem up, much, much, much sooner than last time! May be a couple weeks though, because my muse for Katniss getting prepped by her team, and then meeting Cinna is failing me. Seriously, I have no idea where I'm going to go with it. But I'll get it finished asap! Review please?