The Hunter

For the hunted.

Blood red.

Dribble, drip.

 

Life obscured by “rebellion”

Stripy sleeves fade slowly.

Whispered lives brought to the fore

the dead of night brings life to light.

 

Chocolate brown.

Scratch, scratch.

 

Longing and lust play on faces.

Giggles and grins pressed into pillows.

Rushes of warmth swell into bloom

eyes hide from joy as heads spin.

 

Pink as petals.

Hidden? Hid.

 

A slap in the face.

Burst of heat.

Falling, falling, further and further

saved by a  twisted parachute.

 

White as snow.

Perfectly pure.

 

No tears of pain.

Monotony numbs the sharpest stab.

Always too good to be true

shame, regret, disappointment are old friends.

 

Blood red.

Dribble, drip.

Reviews

[ANTO]

You're a very talented writer and YOU'RE IRISH so that makes you 100% in my book P.
Have great 2015

[Sarah Rae]

I thought you showed your relationship with the emotions you expressed well. I loved the line "shame, regret, disappointment are old friends." Well written and I can relate.

[Lizardo]

Amazing poem and I really like this line: ''No tears of pain.
Monotony numbs the sharpest stab.
Always too good to be true
shame, regret, disappointment are old friends''
Wonderful poem, I like it

[Preliving]

Thank you! I really appreciate you taking the time to read and review!

[Lizardo]

You're welcome