Peter Paul Valletta Poet Lyric

Hunter Turned Prey

When the darkness has taken it’s grip
And the chalice invites me, to take a sip

The pleasures of flesh are no more
For I am rotten to the core
I fall to my knees on the floor
Please guide me to win my own WAR

No wings left to fly me away
My heart has been turned into clay
Remodeled, misshapen and gray
A hunter now turned to prey

I’m hiding behind closed doors                                                                    I’m sick of all this remorse
The hurt that’s inside I endure
For I know I’m no longer pure

This war I’ve been fighting for years
I can’t keep on hiding my tears
I know that you won’t understand
But can someone extend his Hand, for me


I’m drowning inside my soul                  
Departed and left me alone
An angel now turned to stone
Abandoned I have been thrown

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Gary Radice May 22, 2020 at 6:24 AM I think the fact that you were able to write this excellent piece when you were at rock bottom speaks volumes for your writing skills, your coping skills and you Peter. Congratulations on your podium place in Brian's competition.

Peter Paul Valletta May 14, 2020 at 12:39 AM writen this poem when i hit rock bottom with a relapse of depression, it's funny how in my darkest moments i can write something like this and come back to it to remind myself that we fall only to learn how to pick ourselves up again and move on with our lives. Be kind when commenting on this piece as it is my no.1