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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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Date: 5/22/2020 6:24:00 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.
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Date: 5/14/2020 12:39:00 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
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